a poem based on discovery and self-reflection |
Drawn to the trunk at the end of my bed I open it with caution Treasures galore await me here But I am looking for answers Answers to questions That war within my head Answers to questions That are better left unsaid I search aimlessly through Pictures Poems Stories unshared Journals 1993 1995 1996 1998 2001 2003 2005 2006 years of my life detailed here hidden away for no one to see the woman I am reads of the girl I was we are so different from each other our lives our priorities our loves so different yet we are one in the same a marvelous fact I find wondorous at best Where is she now I ask myself? Would she be proud of who I am? Mention perhaps friends we once shared Most gone forever Found only now in this cyberspace? Perhaps she would be delighted By the peace between Mother and daughter And I would be able to spare her Heartache, Despair, Fear By stripping the rose-colored glasses From her eyes Would she think I am cynical? While I would think she was naïve Would we debate Religion, music, books Life and philosophy Only then to agree to disagree? Closing the trunk I shut out all the questions Questions with no answers I cannot change who she is She cannot change what I have become |