Slow and sluggish my brain starts the day. A touch of chai and we are on our way.
Talking talking talking. Text , email, in person. Talking talking talking
In the quiet is where it happens.
Swirling, twirling, thrashing, harsh
Things and thoughts I thought I had laid to rest rise
from the depth of the abyss they rise.
The sorrow runs deep, the confusion still fresh.
How is this after years have gone by?
Like the newest youngest sprout
that has just lost its outer shell
The shell that held it all tucked and safe.
Content to do nothing until it is time.
My newest self is like that sprout.
Instead of my shell being reabsorbed.
It lies broken and open at my greening feet.
Glancing down at that broken open shell,
realizing content was not what happened in there.
Sorrow at seeing that shell again.
The shell I thought I had laid to rest.
Look away. look away. look away
Focus on the now.
Focus on the growth
Marvel at the changes I have made.
with a glance, melancholy lances the heart.
It is still there. Broken and open.
Focus on that one day too
A glance will bring peace instead of pain.
The shell says gently.
I understand. Go on now. Grow and live.
Look back for lessons.
Look back for strength.
But do not dwell on that broken open shell.