The past catches up to me,
hands me an old file,
and walks away without saying a word.
It takes a while for me to open the file,
not wanting memories to take over
and leave me unproductive for the night.
But when I do, I fall to my knees.
Pain, joy, terror, love, disappointment, and relief
all swarm me, taking a piece.
The file is one puzzle piece after another.
I try to put them all together
and form the person I thought I was.
But I’m only looking at a reflection of an old me,
someone I barely recognize anymore
with few dreams and goals in common.
I frame the finished puzzle
and place it on a bookshelf as a reminder
that I will change and that life will get better.
It already has.
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn