she drives her full life
into a short path
and sits there
contemplating the exhibit
the lines of truths
previously unknown to her
somehow familiar now
birth, solutions, and then precipice
off kilter enlightenment
illusion transfusions
modus operandi revealed
resting beneath a stilled heartbeat
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
Entering my seventh decade such epiphanies are no longer dramatic but I kind of ease into them slowly with age and seem do know without being aware I did.
…grateful for your comment
SO many layers you reveal here, beneath the beats of all of our hearts!
I’m a human onion. Ha! Thanks for reading.
Lovely poem, PM. “…truths previously unknown;” this is called wisdom as we age.
Blessings – Maxi
*smiling*
Clever use of words. Fine imaginative piece.
Thank you, Ken. I was just reading some of yours. 🙂