Reflections on the Aging Process

Bookshelf Poetry © Brooklyn Grace

I look for you in the Quiet
the person I once knew
jaded a bit by time and life.

I look for you in the Quiet
childhood memories
of laughter and pain.

I look for you in the Quiet
I know you survived,
I see your age.

I look for you in the Quiet,
I know you have grown,
is it all that you expected?

I look for you in the Quiet
and I know you are there
somewhere.

I look for you in the Quiet
trying to make sense
of all the lessons learned.

I look for you in the Quiet
Is the spark as intense?
Are you here?

I look for you in the Quiet
daily, for the me
I used to know.

Note: I do this a lot lately. I look back and reflect on my life. I am happy and well yet I hope I have made the most of all that has been given to me. I am incessantly grateful. Yet, in the same vein, I wonder if I could do more. Help more, give more.
I find emptiness in people concerning simple empathy.
The current world situations give me a deep space of helplessness.
For the first time- I am alone- totally. Kids are on their own. Husband passed. I am secure and not lonely just in a reflective, creative state.
I am an island.