Oscillating memories,
Fading dreams,
Lost.
Unturned by the current of regrets flowing underneath my fears as they float, encompassing my every emotion,
As though I am beside myself in a wind tunnel,
Trying to hold onto my other half by my fingertips
Only to realize,
We were never whole to begin with.
Within the confines if my mind,
I find myself straddling over train tracks.
Wondering if it is all worth it,
Is it possible to hold on without being torn a part.
Can my hands be like chains wrapped around my hatred and fear keeping me in place just a little longer.
Wow...this is deep...and so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThere is such longing here...I feel it...as your words weave their magic.
Sometimes...perhaps it is time to release and let go...to take that chance to let go, and fly free...