Still
Time has stopped.
not with a gasp, but a sigh.
I’m standing still,
a statue of hesitation.
What can I bring to life
in this numbness?
Colors mute to gray,
laughter dissolves like smoke.
Everything loses its name,
its weight, its appeal.
If I don’t move,
if I make myself small,
smaller than a shadow,
smaller than a whisper,
perhaps I will forget me,
perhaps I’ll miss
the shattering of it all.
The writing is amazing, smooth and clear. I love it.
We need a pause, a time to breath!