The rescued file cabinet has fallen apart.
Drawers and boxes are now neatly stacked nearby.
Synapses connecting to details from bloody birth through tragic early losses, stumbling adolescence, talented teen triumphs coupled with emotional ignorance, and on into the prolonged search for self and decades long struggle to survive have fired up, delivering vivid scenes from a stereoscopic recording lodged in the gentle folds of memory. In dreams and waking moments they appear as flashes of light behind old eyes unclouded thanks to their new 'miracle' lenses.
Compassionate understanding courses through my veins.
Gratitude regulates my heartbeat.