After 30 years of her having gone, they were finally set free,
As I hesitatingly pulled the drawer, they thankfully smiled at me.
Some translucent, some opaque, some so pale,
Some fluorescent, some damaged, some so frail.
The beautiful glass bangles that had adorned my mother's wrists,
Symphonically synchronising with her graceful turns and twists.
As I collected the myriad broken pieces to throw away,
A sigh escaped my lips and tears got in the way.
Lazily twirling between my fingers, this long cylindrical toy,
Watching the broken bangles choreograph themselves was such joy!
Yes, it was a kaleidoscope, you guessed it right!
Each crushed particle finding a new identity and might.
Undeterred and unyielding, transforming itself with delight.
We are all different Kaleidoscopes, aren't we?
We all have mangled fragments inside us, don't we?
A bruised heart, a shattered dream,
An aching loss, a suppressed scream.
And yet all these ruptured bits make us who we are
Constellations form with membership of every star.
Each wobbly, brittle part of you is not to be an agonising scar.
But a reminder of the courageous journey you traversed so far.
So, shake away the dust, the dullness, the pain,
Each storm you weathered shall not go in vain.
You are an inspiration to many, an uplifting harbinger of hope.
You are not one broken piece but the whole glittering Kaleidoscope.