This Poetic Me
Familiar scenes experienced
through an ever-changing lens.
Opportunities to explore
that which happened long ago
from the perspective of health.
The unwinding
of a very complex ravel
without having to analyze
every part of the weave.
A sense of gratitude
for things kept hidden away,
though for reasons not fully known,
to be found by a daughter
lovingly sorting through it all.
Correspondence between
a brother and a sister,
dated September 1964,
hinting at the brokenness
between them.
Journals written by a mother
infused with deep despair,
detailed descriptions of disquiet.
Letters brimming
with wisdom and love,
from an 18, 19, 20 year old me.
All revealing the validity
of my memories, sensations,
bygone distress.
Sweetly sinking into
a gentle realigning,
a truly novel
sense of balance,
mingled with a recognition
that reflections
don't have to be fully clear
to allow for the
peace of understanding
and the safety of self.
This deep dive into what was
verifies the reasons
for my careful explorations,
upholds the exquisite grace
of the images and insights
that emerge from
this poetic me.
Sarah Carlson
June 13, 2020
Beautiful!
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