Lapping Loops
I sit here frozen; frozen in motion where everything
within my reach is moving at a fast yet, slow
pace that has me standing breathless and weak upon
the knees.
***
It doesn’t stop there; in a matter of seconds a perfectly
clear mind can turn into scrambles –flashing pieces
of our history as if only for a moment, this spec of a piece
becomes reality.
***
Lapping loops around my head is where I have found
myself standing as my body flows with the
Rhythm of everyday life; I am fighting to find a release,
Even if it is only for a spec of a moment.
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The most painful part is realizing the truth about reality;
the truth in which we all have attempted to give
everything to turn and run; sometimes the best of us find
ourselves running just to loop back around.
***
As time passes, we are told we will understand in time; we
are told to put our all in time for time heals wounds,
I call bullshit –bullshit for time doesn’t heal wounds filled
with raging fire worsened by every beat.
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Time doesn’t heal the things we hide in plain sight while
Going unnoticed; time is a reminder of what weighs
Upon the depths of our minds when the world is resting
And we are restless.
By Kelly Clegg
