Weaving Time
A poem from between the clock ticks
I feel like I’m in between something Some unknown pressure that doesn’t feel confining just encompassing There’s a stillness in my life like an engine warming up to thaw the frost on the windows so I can see clearly There’s no rush to leave only an eagerness to move on I feel like realities are blending laughter that sounds familiar bursting from my chest Soft tears that feel like surrender and not despair Memories that used to look so vivid now overshadowed by images of love Time has lost its hold on my life I’m weaving it like tapestry now
Lovely piece, with late winter around the corner.
I love this. We create the reality we want, really. That's how I'm reading this. Changing memories, choosing for ourselves 🤍