Everything 9
Everything I thought mattered
didn't, and did.
Everything I dismissed
came back,
embraced by others.
Everything I gave away
I wanted back.
Everything I lost I mourned.
And everything I mourned
was lost.
Everything I thought
I became.
I will never be the same.
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.