I found Two Poems I’d written ~ in those first years ~ when I was coming to terms with the reality that the person who I thought was there for me was never really there. I was learning to stand on my own and to find ways to push through all the walls that were coming down. I was learning to believe in the possibilities that might be opening up for me. It took every ounce of creative effort and courage that I could muster. Writing poems during those first years was a way of finding expression for what I wasn’t able to make sense of while I was experiencing it. When I reread them from a different place, a more improved view, I saw how important these exercises were. They were stepping stones to carry me through that time to a new and better place in my life. A life that keeps moving forward with hope while wrestling with Life’s paradoxes.
Not sought after ~ this divorce
Thrust upon me as last resort
Insanity running its full course
Destroying trust and mutual support.