Author: zpotter

pain explodes;
it was yesterday -
six years 
eight months
25 days ago -
today
it resurfaces in vivid waves.

time expands
it contracts
there is so little control,
all that remains
is this ache
this hole.

and so is Life
Time will heal?

winter's first full moon
captures the imagination.
as it casts light
upon the stark darkness
of the cold, empty field
of who we might become
it creates mysterious shadows
to entice the mind -

what lingers here?
what does the night hold?
what will the morning bring?
how will we evolve
in the darkness?
what version of ourselves
will emerge
in the safer shadows
of the sun?