The Slowing Time

Strands of long looping brown hair

Gently floating in the breeze.

Chilled wafts of dancing air

cooling my pale skin.

Shoulders chest cheeks

Cooled near shivering.

 

Where do I begin?

 

I feel that I am lost

some say it’s true.

Some say it’s not.

I feel the slowing time race through

Toward the divine.

Nearly out of time.

My life would not have died

When I was young and fresh

My life could have soared

Had not evil torn my flesh.

 

Oh tell me how to stop this rotting

Ripping ruinous flesh

Of life and wickedness

stopping soul and self, to rest,

soul and self refresh.

To grow, sprout wings and fly

Soar through the pain and mess

My soul and mind to rise

Above the scars and tests

To something new and strong.

Where I can grow and thrive

Find my place to belong

To make a difference, yes.

It’s lost, It’s lost my time!

 

I truly did my best.

-Stella

8-9-18