
a dream,
mind conjures, as
intuition blossoms, and
reflects upon
conditioned aspects
of time borrowedโฆ
harsh
as they seem
we grew through
the pain and agonyโฆ
trials and tribulations
abound, as we recount
each moment, and, at times, drown
in the feelings
swallowing us whole,
like a magical black holeโฆ.
spinning vortex,
light withdrawn,
senses expand, reaching
out for a hand
to hold onto at lastโฆ
breathing in lifeโs energy,
we wrestle with time,
and the nature
of the agonies
written upon
the sands
of our collective destiniesโฆas
light shows back up,
speaking in the language
of love lost, pain healed, and
compassion given out, to all those that shout,
curse at the skies, and wonder whyโฆ
as deep inside,
we recognize our face
in the collection of pictures
we see in the mirror
of our humanity,
as we (re)adjust within
and get ready to again beginโฆ