Just when I thought I'd come to terms,
put it in its place,
all grownup, no emotional baggage left.
Philomena, the film, comes along
and throws me into a tsunami,
rips out my heart,
triggers a driving rain of tears
and wrenching sobs,
washes away my adulthood,
my vulnerability wide and deep.
A powerful current draws me in, tosses me,
and though I emerge for a breath,
I am pulled under again.
One moment a composed woman,
the next, a small child, alone,
It is random, erratic, I have no control.
But it is part of me,
my past, my present, forever,
it is integral to me.
|photo by author|
courtesy of UNOS Art Gallery