THE EVOLUTION OF ME by Susanna Sevander

I wrote this poem in August 2013 just after what seemed like a "sudden" and spontaneous spiritual awakening…

I just remember saying: " I get it" over and over. What I didn't realize at the time, was that it was a spiritual awakening in preparation for the following year of tragedy ahead.

My mother and I were very, very close and she was always my support but sadly in January 2014 she suddenly and unexpectedly was given a terminal liver cancer diagnosis with only 3-9 months to live. In February 2014, my mum's soulmate, my stepfather Jarmo, was also given a terminal lung cancer prognosis with only months to live.

During his cancer removal surgery they saw that the cancer had spread extensively and my youngest brother and I had to go home and tell mum this is devastating news. She was naturally just worried about him because she had always been his caregiver. Mum only lasted for 10 weeks after she was diagnosed, and my stepdad joined her on 24 September 2014.

When I wrote this poem, The Evolution of Me, I had no idea that life would turn so sinister just a few months later, but I remember telling mum that I had had some kind of spiritual awakening and I could now see the purpose of life and the truth of the universe! She probably thought I was a bit crazy LOL, but she just told me not to start doing any heebie-jeebie stuff LOL!!!

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The Evolution of Me

by Susanna Sevander

Our beautiful journey from the moment of birth

Our future, known by only one' Man',

The battle scars we face to conquer this life

I ask: "Why must we hurt, what's his plan?"

I can walk the straight path avoiding the doors

Lose the key for the fear of more pain,

Or I can stand at the crossroads with courage and faith

And belief I will dance in the rain.

For each step that I take along my destined path

Each hurdle I jump, climb or leap,

I gain much needed wisdom and knowledge to learn

That I do sow the seeds that I reap!

Spiritual growth, compassion and love

And the strength to face all that will be,

Helped me answer that pondering question of life

I often asked, until I found that key.

A content sense of being, with out any more questions

Just a knowing of what is, will just be,

Through the triumphs and failures of climbing life's mountains

I answer: " It is all for the evolution of me".

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Susanna Sevander I am an Australian, 42 year-old foster-caregiver of 13 years, and I am blessed to have one long-term permanent foster son aged 10 whom I've had since age 3. I have had 27 children come and go in those years with no biological children. You may connect with me on Facebook here.

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