The Clock

The numbers on the clock change again I watched them tick over reminding me that another minute has passed and I’m still awake I observe my staccato thoughts wondering how to quiet this frantic mind My brain talks with my anxiety about possible futures –  they’re all what ifs and maybes of things that haven’t happened and I can’t control The numbers on the clock change again the one constant force in life theContinue reading “The Clock”

The Interlude

Living in the interlude, I struggled to find peace, distracted by what had been, and desperate for what was to come. I waited for life to begin again– delayed in the interlude. Time stood still. An uninvited pause between movements, with nothing remarkable to show for myself. Ticks of the metronome, I felt dull, restrainedContinue reading “The Interlude”