pop corn…
I am still here trying to hold on,
but will soon let go….
Passing moments even if we
love for them to become lifetimes.
Why are we afraid to let them die?
Today is already gone and time
is not longer the dame of prize.
I am still here, for a brief reprise ,
to say the least without a cry.
Can I write again without being
too bright ? pretending to know
what I never tried.
My fingers twitch to touch again,
to feel the flesh to feel the pen.
Who am I to get in life’s way?
Just let it flow, like a sudden rain,
a little drop that feeds the pain…
unexpected laughter that fills the air,
I am back, once more to
walk on earth.
anjani
apr. 25, 2014
