I felt inspired today, so I wrote another poem and created a video for it that is much different from anything I’ve done before.

I’ve felt a bit boxed in lately and am stretching my arms to break free.

I wrote this poem about the dichotomy of love versus despair… along with revealing the purpose of life… all wrapped up nicely within a cute little narrative about a wrecked car, in true Shelly style. Ha.

I hope you enjoy it. ♥️

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“Wrecked”

A poem by Shelly Moore

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Inspired by a passing car

To write about the hidden scars

We lock away behind steel bars

Hoping time will heal.

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The car had been in a wreck

It sat upon a tow truck bed

Front bumper gone, metal compressed

Straps held the rest in place.

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It passed so quickly as I stood

In my driveway under coat and hood

It called to me and I understood

The assignment was to see.

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Not see as in view with tired eyes

But see as in feel and realize

Broken hearts and desperate cries

Are love in altered form.

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Someone once adored this little ride

A flowery lei hung from the mirror inside

It must have been hard to say goodbye

A lesson we all must learn.

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Did it’s owner check a text while driving down the freeway?

Or did they simply lose control because of a bad snow day?

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Were they crying so hard their warm tears blurred the road ahead?

Did a deer run out so they swerved and hit a wall instead?

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Is the owner okay? Did they pass away?

Was that blood on the driver’s side door?

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Were they young or old?

I’m trying to hold

The car’s image in my memory.

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I wonder if the driver inside the tow truck ride

Gives thought to any details.

Or does he disconnect, which is probably best

In order to fulfill his duty.

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I can’t help but think of my own wrecks

Which seem so far behind

They happened oh so long ago

Yet recalled easily back to mind.

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Driving with my ex-husband

To dinner without the kids

A man pulled out and struck my car

In the middle of rush hour traffic.

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I’d had the car for just a month

The first I’d purchased in my own

In just a single moment

Giggles changed to worried moans.

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Isn’t that how it happens?

A single moment changes life

One second you’re carefree

The next you’re full of strife.

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We say things like, “Life’s a roller coaster.”

Or, “You live until you die.”

We miss the point of the in-between

We’re too focused on the why.

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We push aside emotion

Which threatens our daily routine

“I do not have time to cry today,

I have an important work meeting.”

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What if I told you something

That could change your paradigm?

I think I may have discovered

The actual purpose of life.

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I’m not the sole discoverer

I won’t pretend I am

Many people before me

Have tried to break the dam.

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It’s really not as complicated

As we feel it has to be

All of the long sought details

Woven intricately into our reality.

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Emotion is the answer

There it is for all to see

Our joy, our pain, our longing

Our laughter and tortured pleas.

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What do we learn most from?

Is the only question you need

We don’t learn from stagnation

We learn from our difficulties.

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We fall in love and ride the wave

A high in its own right

We take a risk to feel the bliss

A fire which burns bright.

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We know damn well

The day may come

When rain falls and

Snuffs the light.

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We go from shining like the northern star

To darkness and despair

We hide away and lose ourselves

Because life just isn’t fair.

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We’re so beautiful, us humans.

We truly, madly, deeply are.

We pick ourselves back up

We learn to live with the scars.

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Then, one day someone comes along

Who offers a new surf board

To ride the wave of love again

… and with a smile we climb aboard.

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We vow not to make the same mistakes

We now know what we need

We didn’t before the heartbreak

It taught us everything.

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The little car which crossed my path

Early this winter’s morning

Spoke to me as if it’s purpose

Was to provide a warning.

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It said, “I may be broken but I was loved,

And that’s enough for me.”

It’s purpose served, it sounds absurd,

But the message was meant for me.

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I’d experience all the painful parts of my life

Again and again and again

Because they hold open the door for the opposite;

Every Yang is the bringer of Yin.