Realization Poem by Mary Champion

Something re-opened the wound,
exposing the need
that I wouldn't heed.
A chance encounter was all
it took for me to recall
the feelings entombed
in my troubled soul.

Seeing you there in the crowd,
I felt it again -
the longing, the pain.
How brutal the truth, how stark
the anguish that stabbed my heart
and shattered the ground
to which I'd been moored.

Passion, I thought had long died,
rekindled the flame,
as you spoke my name.
I tried to turn, walk away,
but your eyes begged me to stay -
I stifled my pride-
renounced dignity.

Your tender touch, without force,
would bind me again,
like an iron chain
nothing could sever this time.
Your will would always be mine,
as mine would be yours -
then woke from my dream.