This statue was rescued from the ruins of Pompeii.
It was created by someone with a skilled hand and it lived in the sun and watched the stars come out and sometimes it saw them fall.
Then one day, through no fault of it’s own it was surrounded by death and covered with ash and it was forgotten-unaware of the world spinning on without it.
It was as if the statue had never existed at all.
Until someone found it
and brought it back to life.
I love this picture, this statue because I think that it’s story is my story too- but in this version I am cast in marble and beauty.
It makes some of my dark journey feel like it was worth the trip.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Unaware