A picture says a thousand words. I’m digging through ashes & shattered glass of a broken-down home. Who would have thought that one could ever find anything worth saving? Just take a lil’ piece of my heart again & again & again. A treasure box of remnants & charred burnt jewelry. A rusted silver baby spoon, a handle less spatula & many broken ceramic pots. Handcrafted suns, moons, plus melted pots & pans. Oh my heart… deep down, my soul just ached, as I felt the sorrow drop me to my knees. My cheeks were covered with black soot, my clothes had the smell of smoke. I brushed the hair from my eyes with my glove covered hand and wiped the tears from my face. “Don’t stop” I said. “Keep digging!” Perhaps I’ll find something, anything that I could hold on to & say… this made it! And then I realized, all these broken pieces were broken treasures from my life that once was. I keep them as a reminder that though these things look worthless to many, they are priceless to me.They are my broken treasures from my broken life. They’re reminders of my life before. 17 treasures & more. 💔
