Speaking of serendipity

(which I mentioned a couple of posts back), here’s a poem I wrote several years ago:


An Amplified Catharsis

Uncontrollably (ungoverned, not hindered),
unbidden (unplanned, spontaneously),
rivulets of salty tears ran down her cheeks
in trenches (gullies, arroyos, canyons)
of pain.

Later (subsequently, eventually, after a time),
when the tears had subsided (lessened, abated, returned
to their banks), she emerged from the dark cavern of
herself to find (perceive, discover, learn) in the
sunlight

that although her inner wound (injury, hurt, pain, agony),
which she tried (attempted, endeavored) to hide (conceal,
suppress) from her companion (partner, significant other),
had been lessened (diminished, shrunken, made smaller,
reduced),

her soul (mind, intellect, ego, inner self) was enlarged
(increased, expanded, made greater than before)
by the experience, but not necessarily cleansed;
a truly surprising (unforeseen, unexpected, serendipitous)
event.

(c) Copyright 2007, Robert H. Brague, in Billy Ray Barnwell Here (The Meanderings of a Twisted Mind)