Wakeful attention tosses
unveiling concealed ideals,
unfolding seasoned memories.
This task reaches below
in unexplored regions
remains of recollected feelings.
Years reach beyond expectations,
searing disordered thoughts,
This poem depicts insights I gained in having undergone counseling in trying to sort out the mess in my mind. I traveled back to those times in my childhood, connecting on an emotional level to the little girl who felt so lost, so alone, so hurt.
I was carrying these feelings in those wounded spaces of my soul as an adult.