Blockage: Deluge

My previous reflection was prophetic.
For recently, I received a letter from family members,
From whom I have been estranged for many years,
Asking for me to contact them.
(They are getting old, you see,
And facing up to their mortality.)

When I read this letter,
At first it merely renewed my rage,
For past inequities;
But then, upon considering my last entry,
I realized that with or without them,
I need to accept my hurt, my grief, my loss, my
Disappointment.
For, by my previous logic
Rejection of this pain
May mean
Being unable to fully accept
Happiness either.

Life is a mixed bag,
That’s for sure,
And there’s enough water under this bridge
To swamp a star liner;
But, perhaps that’s what all those
Swimming lessons were for,
Which were, appropriately enough,
Paid for by the sponsors of
This particular deluge.