passion odyssey

In the past I’ve had passions that felt

like sunshine during a rainstorm

and others that were quick currents

briefly bringing me further and further

away from the shore of who I am

passions that came and went

with barely a whisper

passions that got hot too quickly

and burned me like the sun in a mid-Summer day

passions that faded and those that persisted

passions that felt like the first ocean swim

and others that carried the thrill and

melancholy of the last

passions that broke me

and those that glued me back together

passions of desperate late night hands

and those of Sunday afternoon naps

passions that molded me into the woman I am today

one quick breath or long sigh at a time.