When so much has happened
Has changed
There is just no such thing as
A coincidence anymore

In order to find
The right answers
Sometimes one must
Go back to the beginning

Other times,
The reminders
Are right there
In front of us

Be it a piece of clothing
Long ago worn by an ancestor
A photo album dating back to
1910 in a town you were born
Passed down from generation to generation

Stories of the war
Some that survived
Many who were murdered
An old TV dated at least 26 years

A round hard glass crystal
That my grandparents owned
A small broach made out of gold
With 3 yellow leaves
Passed down to the only grand daughter ever known prior to
The soul escaping to the sky

In the midst of my recovery
My inching forward a step at a time
I can't forget where I'm from
Who and what made me
Who I am

In order to bring all of these puzzle pieces together within the enigma
That is me
I must learn look behind
Go back to the beginning
Learn lessons
Remember what was

The before
So that way
The now and
The after
Will make a bit more sense

That I may grasp my purpose
Much much closer
As my soul marches on continuously
Toward a greater,
More powerful, and healthy
Existence