Transformation Within During the Process of Letting Go Without by Ari Bouse

Since you floated away,
I've been pondering my feelings - particularly today.

If I were a movie and you were my director,
After your credits were over, I could no longer cry on your shoulder.

As your script flashed before my interior eye,
I was left disillusioned before I could cry.

Literally, I was your creation - your pride and joy.
You were my mommy, and I was your little boy.

About the Poet:

Ari Bouse is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker, ReikiMaster, Published Author, and Educator. He has almost 25 years of social work experience, and has been working in Public Schools in Maine, for the last 17 years. Ari has been a husband for decades, a dad for many years, and an animal lover too. Also, Ari chairs the Mental Health Awareness Team, and serves as co-advisor for a Civil Rights Team in the school community he works in. Ari was born in Alaska, grew up in the MidWest, and New England, and lived in Australia while studying abroad in College. He has hiked in the Andean mountain range in Venezuela, and also all of the 48/4000 footers in the old White Mountains of New Hampshire. Ari’s name means lion in Hebrew, he was born in the Chinese year of the tiger, has lineage connections to a band of gypsies that fled Spain to Italy during the Inquisition, Judy Garland, and the Mille Lacs Band of Ojibwe.