Transitions

 

A move into a house

With people still there.

A daughter with pneumonia.

 

I stay home to assist

In her recovery,

So I spend time

In the home of a friend.

 

My head a bit disoriented.

                I confuse easily.

                I forget.

                I crave affection.

 

I know I'm not me----

                But, who am I?

 

I fear desperately

                That my insecurities will show,

                That I laugh too easily,

                That I succumb too often

                To feelings of guilt.

 

I long for the independence

Others see in me.

 

I can make no sense of it all

Just as surely as one

Who may read these words.

 

But a freedom is felt

By releasing them from my head.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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