FMS Pictures & Poetry

I stumble upon things
I was looking for:
Artefacts from life past.
A life almost forgotten.
Life I'll never forget.

Behind the sheen,
Reflective gloss of photos,
It all seems so accessible.
Images of us.
Some we posed for.
Some we didn't see coming
That capture a moment
And push it onwards.

I remember feeling sick.
And the nausea was real
Back then.
I long for it
To control my body;
Cripple my inside,
Bend me double,
Force my tears...
But nothing.

The smells are all there
Clinging to the colours
That seem duller in this light.
They call to me -
I know their language.
I want to cry
Now there's time.

I want to cry
Sometime -
A time to dwell.
A time to cry.
A time to look.
A time to hold.
We'll search within.
We'll be together
With all these things
When it's a time to dwell.