The grandfather clock ticks away! day after day, everyday ,
it doesn't stop to listen to the baby gurgling, or the toddler screaming
indifferent to the many sounds of  angst and ecstasy!

the small hand of the clock controlling every hour of our lives
the big hand, a mere spectator to the brevity of those moments lived
the silent ticking of the pendulum,
  a call to take a second of respite!
from life, from living, from only "just existing"

I did try to stop time once, held the hands of the clock in my own calloused ones
and that is when the Townclock  chimed somewhere, faraway!

A photograph of a girl,
with dark hair and a bright smile.
And overtime, over pictures, you see her unfurl.

A smile, and a glimmer in her eye,
her rosy cheeks stretch into a smile, with her arm around her friend,
the change is hard to deny.

A week ago, hollow cheeks and bright hair,
dried from the bleach and dye,
when did she fall into the depths of despair?

Empty eyes with no hope,
and a plain, faked grinned,
her decline is a slippery *****.

She falls further down,
gripping to the sides,
as she tumbles and tumbles and tumbles.

I step across the lily pond making my way
Each stone wobbles as I  balance my weight
Left.
Right.
I seem to move
Trying to decide the correct thing to do

Each stone takes me on a different path
The bank moves closer as I balance on the stones.
The water gushes taunting me like a laugh
As I move onto this stone alone.

The stones start to vanish, the bank fades away
It's just me now, me. Myself.
I look for a stone as the oxygen leaves like the day
The water comes, I have nothing left to say.

I reach for the bank, a hand appears.
The grip is warm, the grip is kind.
The support I needed, the support brings me to tears
This hand, is my saving find.

The protagonist of my dreams—ride of my life
Valley peaks in the distance
Metaphors speak what our bodies cannot
We wonder why I’m back to my old ways
...Why violet vibrations take heed
If only
If only

It took so long
For my house to be built
I lay the foundation
Of course I couldn't do it
If I was alone
I sought help from others
Called my entire neighborhood
To lend a hand
To put up the pillars
As well as the walls
To strengthen my home
Make it my own
I put up a roof
To protect me from the rain

But some days just come
When the droplets penetrate
The roof is not enough
To shelter me
Some days just come
When a match can set my home on fire
A careless remark
A hateful comment
Swiftly burning
The home I carefully built

It will take some time
To mend what is broken
Or rebuild my home
From the ground to the top
But I never abandon it
I never give up