A Treasure Buried Within

Drawn to the trunk at the end of my bed

I open it with caution

Treasures galore await me here

But I am looking for answers



Answers to questions

That war within my head

Answers to questions

That are better left unsaid



I search aimlessly through

Pictures

Poems

Stories unshared

Journals



1993              1995
            1996
1998                    2001
        2003           
2005          2006


years of my life

detailed here

hidden away

for no one to see



the woman I am

reads of the girl I was



we are so different from each other

our lives

            our priorities

                        our loves



so different

yet we are one in the same

a marvelous fact

I find wondorous at best



Where is she now I ask myself?

Would she be proud of who I am?

Mention perhaps friends we once shared

            Most gone forever

            Found only now in this cyberspace?



Perhaps she would be delighted

            By the peace between 

                        Mother and daughter

And I would be able to spare her

            Heartache, Despair, Fear

                        By stripping the rose-colored glasses

                        From her eyes



Would she think I am cynical?

While I would think she was naïve

Would we debate

            Religion, music, books

                        Life and philosophy

Only then to agree to disagree?



Closing the trunk

            I shut out all the questions

                        Questions with no answers

I cannot change who she is

She cannot change what I have become