The Girl From Yesterday: A Poem By Elizabeth Lane
Today I met a stranger
With the most familiar face
She wore this smile like a silken garment
Purchased with the rarest of gold
She spoke in a tone that I have heard before
Her words of dreams I recall
Justice.
That word was printed on her heart
As if branded with fire
Her whole heart burned with fire
For that matter
Though it remained unconsumed
She spoke of things I knew once
But had forgotten
The way she spoke
Was of the most contagious nature
Passion flowed from every fiber of her being
She practically shimmered with delight
Nothing she said came from anywhere
Save the depths of her soul
I went home
Went straight to an old room
One I hadn’t been in since longer than I can remember
Inside there was dust
I coughed violently as I made my way through the cobwebs
There were loose pieces of paper crinkled on the floor
With faint graphite markings
Fashioned into a poem
There were faded paintings
And broken brushes that once spilled out creativity
I stepped carefully over the shards of broken glass
Turning to see the source
I saw a half shattered mirror
Missing pieces
And I saw the word “justice”
Branded into my heart
But there was scar tissue partially covering it
There were so many scars on my heart
Some I had never seen
But in my heart
There was a tiny glowing ember
A faint light
Like a remaining heat on a piece of charcoal that’s almost burnt out
Then all of a sudden
I realized that stranger was me
She was the girl from my days past
I didn’t even know her
I am the girl with the fire and justice written in her heart
For the first time in years
Among the elements of days past
I can remember myself
And I’m filled with hope
That I can be that girl again
But this time
I will bear the marks
Of love and grace with my burning heart of justice
Just as wood requires oxygen to keep a fire alive, justice requires love and grace to keep it alive. Perfect balance. Beautiful poem.