What stage of my inner calm did you proclaim your presence
by La Wanda Parks
To invade my new beginnings - without endings?
Then avow unknown truths of another time and place
To journey forward-backward-jolting memories
Then again escape - just beneath the surface
You hold as treasure - tiny little fragments
Distorting hidden answers into looming questions.
New images ever clear become mirages forever lost.
Time must forge my strength to slowly bring them back.
What turn of events must you hold - what secret?
Would you be stilled by darkness - if unlit your traveled path?
And if the door into my mind - you found closed - and locked?
And to heed the beckon of a former self - I retreat.
Would my confusion rest or become your next barrage of thought?