She has returned:
My Mother…
Strong willed and running in circles.

Thanks to you,
My Father…
The deterioration of a generation.

The repetition of self-defeat, is almost astonishing.
Yet, I catch on quick.

My heartfelt reactions, gravitate towards open.

Our relation to personal experience defines the place in which we stand. The perspective we hold stems from this.

We cannot expect people to understand without first painting the picture of our story.

However arrogant this may seem, it is the active vision of ourselves that we wish to share. At the center, our passions to create, communicate and coexist.

Arrogance- No longer plays a role, nor does fear distort the vision.

Long live my love for this life:
Wayward I’ve wandered;
Into this marvelous flight.

Falling…
Soaring…
‘Twas part of my fight.

This lucky star,
Will burst through this night;
Shining on…

Spectacular light.

–Jacqueline M.G. Pollard (Poetically Poised)