Musings of a Divorcee

I stood there, transfixed. 

Lump so big in my throat I could hardly swallow it back.

Dabbing the tears away – “C’mon, get it together,” a quiet soliloquy.

Art just moved me so, moved me to tears. But it was more than that. 

Art held up a mirror to me – I was facing my previously unseen self. 

Art excavated the hidden bits, fossils of my life, or more aptly, lives. 

The beautiful pain, ugly and fortifying love… 

All of what I had experienced but never allowed myself to feel. 

Here and now, emerging through these melodies, across these pages, on canvases for all to see. 

Especially me… 

And now I can’t unknow it or my selves.

So, I silently cry the tears I didn’t all those lives before.