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Claudia Krizay

(1/28/1956 / Washington DC)

My Story

The water in the creek is clear in the summertime and
Rises to the flowers that grow about the tree trunks after a rainstorm.
I could hear the thunder late last night- I thought of my father’s rage.
I could see the lightening that stuck above
Mountains of desolation and I could clearly remember
My mother’s fear that she so often was feeling
When my outbursts would strike as would that lightening
Within my moments of extreme madness-
As blown down and carried away as would by force of a whirlwind
My mother and father were taken away from this life and this world-
With a minimal amount of warning, so young they were when
Fate snatched them from the time they had that might have been precious,
Leaving me alone, frightened and without aspiration-
I could feel their deepened concern I know they felt for my future
Hovering about as would a fallen foundation from that figurative storm that seized them;
Today I walk for miles everyday along the trail that runs behind
The place I once called home and I can blatantly see
My reflection in the creek before me-
I could see myself as a stem of a wildflower that seemingly yesterday could hardly
Stand strongly against a gentle spring breeze- though now in the likeliness of a tree
Firmly planted in the ground no longer fearing the forces of nature-
I have survived the death of my family- twenty one years have passed
Seemingly as quickly as that storm of nature that took them away from me.
The water in the creek is clear in the summertime.
There are no clouds in the sky on this day,
Though in the summer storms can arrive almost without warning-
I have built a new foundation for myself-On this day I do not fear the dark clouds
Which appear and disappear on the horizon?
I can see the crystalline clarity of the creek as it carries on
To where it reaches mountains of hope- I can see a future for myself now-
I have abandoned obstacles and shattered dreams-as
I have become as a stunning Monarch butterfly emerging from its cocoon
In the midst of a cyclone, though as always a lover of nature- confident
I will have found a home for myself in this world when the sun rises tomorrow,

Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (7/15/2013 6:12:00 AM)

    Oh, what a heart touching story!
    The tender stem of the wildflower that has gained ground and got firmly planted, and...the stunning Monarch butterfly that emerged from its cocoon in the midst of a cyclone, and her confidence that she will have found a home for herself in this world when the sun rises tomorrow, are kind of assurances that gave me hope that things are, and will be alright! (Report) Reply

  • Is It Poetry (7/11/2013 6:47:00 PM)

    I was only a fraction
    as were you
    to have survived
    such a fall
    much less climbing
    the mountain you climbed...iip (Report) Reply

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