Feelings buried deep below what is seen.
When summoned by circumstance, they surface,
More than feelings they are an Identity unknown,
A belonging Disconnected.
A thrashing of spirit accompanies them
Unproductive spinning of genealogical wondering.
Much movement is produced, but no progress.
Pain swallowed in emptiness,
Only an ache remains.
Its anchor is deep within, below what is seen.
By Kelley Mata ~ January 23, 2010 ©