Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Passing the Time


What beauty lies within

the tattered strands of the truth.

When honesty stripped the safety raw

and left you bare and exposed.

What honor lies in dignity

and in coming forth with grace.

When tripping and falling along the way

keeps you staggering back again.

What will you do now with the words

that have fallen from your lips.

You’ve been feeding off the taste and texture

and savoring them for some time.

Will you starve to death at the loss

of the comfort of that taste.

Will you seek out something altogether

new and quite unknown.

Or fall back on the comfort

of what has always been.

The steady, the grating, repetitive

safety of well-worn shoes.

The unshaking ground on which

you have mastered how to stand.

You might just leap onto

the next breeze that blows past you.

Let it dance upon your skin

and tickle you ‘til you smile.

It’s all just really passing time

until the pain recedes.

Until the breath resumes its pace

and feeling has returned.

 

1 comment:

  1. I love this! It is very thought-provoking and beautifully written. I especially love the lines: "The steady, the grating, repetitive safety of well-worn shoes. The unshaking ground on which you have mastered how to stand".

    Well done!

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