Dark and light

4 things that can never be recovered: Stone, after it's thrown. Word, after it's spoken. Occasion after it's missed, & Time, after its gone.

Time after it is gone is true, but why is time so long on some days and shorter on others.
A stone can be recovered, words can be taken back with forgiveness, occasion can be revisited... but time......

Each hour has 60 minutes, each minute has 60 seconds, but today each felt like twice as many. The clock ticked by so slowly, you could almost hear it in the distance. I suspect someone put extra seconds in the time to fool my senses into thinking I had more beats to my heart, more life in my soul. So why do I feel so empty, trapped, siting in the darkness of the hour. 

The dark tunnel



Feeling trapped by life tapestry

Drowning timelessly in the past

Desperately gasping for what ifs

Eminently my breath escapes me

Yet it is not my death but my rebirth

Discovering self perseverance

Accepting my pen will not rewrite history

Knowing that with each lustrous sunrise

I too will rise

Exuding the light that had survived within me