by Irene Daniel
Selling, moving,
rearranging;
yes indeed,
my life is changing
Cleaning, packing,
scraping, painting,
lo and behold
husband fainting
Hope we sell
this sucker fast,
what cheer remains
just cannot last
Cops called for
family drama
For sure this day
is wrought with trauma
And suddenly, I get a glimpse
of the me I used to be
both frightened child
and heart of glee
I see the lonely one
studying, reading
and writing from
the soul that's bleeding
Always, always
moving forward
to chase the dream
that I march toward
And when I get there
Once again
I start all over --
And then?
And then is when
I clearly see
this is the me
I used to be
Irene Daniel Copyright 2014 All rights reserved
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