The mind twists and turns
Time becomes irrelevant
As past and present are wrapped around each other
Likenesses attract and similarities stick
Now is then and what was, is
How old am I in this moment ?
Determined by the wavelength of an emotional echo
Did I recreate this reality ?
Unalterable universal forces pull together quantum moments
(15 January 2015)
The right time
is right now
Look inward
Deep into your soul
what does it say?
Clear amongst the clamour
what springs forth?
Afraid to ask
Afraid to feel
the truth within
Afraid of my own power
and capability
that was never encouraged
Afraid of being great
of drawing attention to myself
of being picked and pecked and pushed
for being different
for feeling
I don’t wish to stand out
But my heart is roaring
Fighting myself
to survive and to thrive
Will I win
or will I lose?
I wonder
Walking the line
between
Is just as perilous.
Solace desired
Time out
Recovery space
Thoughtful clarity
There was a place
Where it all began
But that was so long ago
That now could be forever away
from the start –
Another lifetime altogether
Memories of the past
As if just yesterday
Indelible influence
Present presence
Straining against time
Running out of the now
There was
There is
What will there be?
I can imagine
Freedom
Through these chains
As meaningless possibilities
Futility calls me out
And I die
just a little more
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[ This is me getting deeper into my head, than perhaps I ever have before. I am still grasping for answers. So if the words mean something to you, please share with a comment below ]
I know you haven’t spoken to me in a while
and that’s because you’ve got things happening
and you just don’t feel that great sometimes
and when you remember me it’s not a good time to talk
I don’t mind.
I remember you
And if we could catch up I would drop everything
just to spend a little time with you
a reminder –
that even for the briefest of moments
life is bearable
And I would pray
that is enough for now
.
This is the second of three poems written on Sunday morning during a burst of inspiration. First published by me at:
Sometime.
Now
Awareness
Openness
Acceptance
Today
Complexity
Procrastination
Forgetfulness
Weeks
Sadness
Adjustment
Surprise
Months
Uneasiness
Family
Assistance
Illness
Years
Searching
Meaning
Longing
Connection
Companionship
Heartache
Regret
Fear
Bitterness
Friends
Encouragement
Lifetime
Learning
Decisions
Protection
Playing
Without a measure of focus
Time passing
seems wasted
Inspiration
is the cure
.
[My response to Chantelle’s poem 30 Days of Poetry – Day 8 ( Personal Challenge ).]
Mind is blank
To match the expression on my face
writing, it used to come so easy
now I stare at empty space
you’d think that if you stared long enough
something would come to mind
but all that seems to be happening
is my awareness of the time
seconds, minutes, hours, days
everything just fades away
and all I can seem to think about is life
and how much of it I’ve wasted
42 Days Younger than Kylie 