Isn’t It Always About Me?

There have been

times in the past

when

I can honestly

say

my quivering heart

felt abandoned

empty

unattached

unheralded

and lost

without familial nurturing

or

bonding.

Instead the caring touches

and reminders

of fleeting moments

in time

when amazing

occurrences

seeped

into moments of

being human

did not exist

to flourish.

Instead

I was abandoned

and without

a memory of

attachment

to reminisce over

in the cold days of war.

Yet

I find upon further

examination

a militia of pain-filled

happenings

having nothing to do

with me.

It is not about me.

Family has its own

quarry

of hurt

from which to mine.

 

Photography by Keith Samuel Dunn 2014
Poetry by Fawn Rising © 2021
March 24, 2021
Le Lac du mon Père
Crystal Lake Florida U.S.A. Earth