She turned to look behind,
all she could see was her past.
The past was like a series of confusing roots
Looking tangled, going in every direction
But connected to something important.
Some say her past was not worthy of remembering
Looking at it she might judge that at times she seemed lost
Lost to people, to things, to her pain, to her pleasures....
All part of her connected to who she was now.
Moving forward she knew to not be afraid
to accept there would be times of feeling lost
That she would lose herself to any number of things both wonderful and unbalancing.
She would know too that she would continue to be found
Over and over again.