This heaviness…
It bears down on me
On my hsoulders
Pressing aginst my chest
Struggle to take in a lungful of air
Each moment passes by slowly
In the slowest of slow motion
Forcing me to live in excruciating detail.
The worst storm has blown over
Stand among the ruins
Lost, shaken, disoriented
Not knowing where to begin
Do I begin with grief and lament
But the shock has numbed everything
There is only the weight of silence
Walk through the ruins, picking up pieces
Touching them….trying to go back
Memory evades me
Desperately clutch onto snatches
Glimpes that escape, sweep past like the wind
Sand slipping through my fingers
Impermanence……
How can I finish that which is over?