Cleaning out closets and desk drawers,
memories piled deep on the floor,
boxes of paper
are brought to the fire
with the satisfaction of flame
burning away years
of struggle.
Rising from the ash
a new idea
of self
of future
of now.
Beloved children, coming to terms with change
with tears and unnamed presumptions
then tentatively beginning
to ask
the right questions.
I release the past
and present my heart
with a new sign –
‘Open’
Following the Trail of Bread Crumbs
those old bread crumbs still have the fragrance
of freshly thought thoughts
feelings not forgotten
and needs met and savored
i will choose my gathering basket
and set off to find the way back
through a forest of my own creation
or is it the forest
of circumstance
or maybe the forest
of necessity
no matter the sapling beginnings
i will follow the old trail
each marker
pointing the direction
to that self
that
one
who has wandered in the deep woods
for such a long time
i will rescue myself
and regain
it all
once again
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