I hung my head down
til my chin burrowed into my chest.
My feet felt like they
were sinking into the ground.
I had witnessed the dissolution
of my family, my life's work.
I don't recognize
what's in front of me.
I don't recognize
my previous life.
© Copyright poetry and artwork Maureen Kavaney Tillman 2013
Beautiful, Maureen! xoxox
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