Heart felt emotions
strong, lumbering, deafening.
Body frozen,
time on a pendulum
swings away with little accord
or any matter of poise. That comes
in the morning when
the measuring stick
awakens the soul to a new reality.
Even if one can cry
to release the tension of hurt,
to unsheathe the weaponry,
turmoil in the moment. Even still
is the icy region of shattered dreams.
~
I wonder sometimes whether it is a
state of mind. I think perhaps
it is my own, nothing more.
Yet so powerful is the energy
drawing me away, telling me that it is
ok. That somehow, lies a reason,
some new adventure moves me beyond
today’s cry.
Tomorrow’s cry will be stronger
I can fight with it all
anytime I am asked,
~
What is it you say?
There is a thoughtful notion
captures my heart in a
free-wheeling mesmerizing
fog of indecision,
lost on the rocks,
waiting for the waves,
to come slap me around,
never hurts enough,
to step back onto the grass.
~
I might have to forget
about anything that really
mattered in my life, if
if only,
if when and only,
if there ever might be a time,
when my life becomes little
more than playing the piano
on my keyboard.
That’s easy enough, if we could just stay here,
let the world continue,
let time be its own measure,
I politely ask the seconds
to ignore my needs,
I don’t want to be
measured today,
by my lack of tears.
I relate to this every morning when I decide how to wake up. I have almost 7 month old twins, 5 year old amazing daughter, & have been married to my soul mate for almost 8 years. Is it an alarm? Is it a baby’s laughter or cry, or the sound of my 5 year old sliding down her metal bunk bed with a slide. Sometimes the fear of the unknown is what gets me the most.
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thank you very much … I’m happy it resonates with you. That is what we want to do with words 🙂
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