Weaving Time

I feel like I’m in between something                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Some unknown pressure                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        that doesn’t feel confining                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        just encompassing 

There’s a stillness in my life                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        like an engine warming up                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         to thaw the frost on the windows                                                                                                                                                                                                                             so I can see clearly

There’s no rush to leave                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          only an eagerness to move on

I feel like realities are blending                

laughter that sounds familiar                                                                                                                                                                                                                           bursting from my chest

Soft tears that feel like surrender                                                                                                                                                                                                                          and not despair 

Memories that used to look so vivid                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              now overshadowed                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     by images of love

Time has lost its hold on my life

I’m weaving it like tapestry now