With nowhere to go and nothing to do,
our minds drift to the what if’s and why now’s?
A sadness creeps in to cracks that deepen,
with each passing day and missed occasion
Life is less predictable than we had hoped,
while time plays hide and seek with no guarantee
of ever being found, of ever being caught
You can feel trapped in solitary confinement
while surrounded by windows and beating hearts
Or you can cherish the breeze and the birds
because your soul is finally still enough to feel and hear
What if this was needed, why not now?
This is the eleventh (#11) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!
Written by Heidi Woodard