Currents move you
When you don’t know
Where to move yourself
In childhood,
Moments of crisis,
At the end of one chapter,
Beginning of the next
Familiar in their pain
Longing that returns
Over and over
Like waves, the tide
Trying to ‘be good’
Meet expectations
Of your parents
You can never meet them
They are the shore
Currents constantly
Pull you away from,
Where you started
These people
Began your life
They are not the end
-Copyright C.M. Mounts, May 2016
