I must find meaning
in this resting.
I was like a mossy rock
tossed wildly down a
grassy knoll.
Each turn, each bump
a defining glimpse sails by
as time whirls past
each second lost.
A sudden stop.
All motion ceased.
And here I sit,
finding little meaning
in this two dimensional view.
May some child come and pick me up,
and toss me boldly down some hill,
or in some river to be turned and rolled by the current.
One can hope.

~ There was a whirlwind of a time where I picked up everything I owned and moved to another state. Once that was accomplished, it was as though everything stopped, and for a time I didn’t know what to do with myself. I did not know then, that the child I was waiting for, was Me.

2 thoughts on “Motionless

  1. The ups and downs of life and all the bumps and bruises that go along with it. You have a awesome way of expressing your feelings and emotions. Tell me? Does your mind ever rest. It would take me forever to write something like this and you keep cranking them out one after another. There must be a log jam somewhere in your mind but these are brilliant. Great work Shari.

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    • Thank you cousin. I don’t know. They’ve just always come to me. I just watch my life sometimes like a spectator, and I feel deeply the experiences. I look the pain square in the eye and it speaks to me. ❤️❤️


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