Time Passing

it’s been over 14 years,
of chasing my tail ‘round and ‘round,
simultaneously bored out of my mind,
and saturated with touch and sound

5,177 days
of being lonely but never alone,
of being physically and emotionally drained, 
while my brain atrophied, shriveled to none

124,248 hours,
full of ideas and personal revelation,
so many things I’ve needed to say,
but no one with which to have conversation

7,454,880 minutes,
of creative thoughts popping into my head,
but never enough time to write them, 
to see where they may have lead

447,292,800 seconds 
wondering if I’ve wasted too much time,
worrying about the little things, 
instead of experiencing joy in this heart of mine

-image via Pixabay

Storm

the rains finally came
in a torrential downpour,
all the what-ifs
and could-have-beens
pelting her,
blowing sideways
in billowing gusts of 
anger and shame,
sending her to her knees

covering her face with her hands,
she attempted to stop
the wicked onslaught,
but there was no longer
anything she could do
to protect her from herself

here she was,
past and present
colliding in the perfect storm,
born of fear,
born of silence

when the swollen mourning drops
slowly began to dissipate,
and the winds of regret slowed,
she rose again,
her flesh tattooed
with the thousands
of words fear enticed her
into never speaking

her heart now visible
on the outside,
for the world to see,
for her to always

see

-image found on Tumblr