Turning of the tide

 A soft rain begins to fall,

And a mother grabs her child’s hand.

Evening is upon us,

It barges in as if on steroids

Rampant, fretful and full of suspicion –

The clear marble moon above

Has returned, with his dark fabric

Coat of night –

 

My heart is heavy,

With memories and recollections

Of day’s past by –

Day’s when I eagerly awaited

My mothers Sunday dinners,

Or watch the football

Cheering with the old man…

Times and moments,

Locked in an emotional spasm.

Places and scenarios,

That I’ll never go back to,

Again….

 

I pass a closed gate,

And a dog barks.

I have taped on the door

Of self awareness,

I have searched long

And hard within,

After many years of

Turbulent feelings,

I am learning to live

With myself…

It is a relief.