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Aimée Mar 2020
To stand on a glass floor
And hear the crack of the ground

To sing your favorite song
And not to hear a sound

To greet a person you love
And have them ask you for your name

To think another an equal
And learn you're a piece in their game

To open you eyes wide
And not to see the light

To walk away from a problem
And later learn that wrong was right

To leave a loved one angry
And remember it was your last look

To discover an object's value
And be too late to return what you took
It was a dark night tonight. It made me realize how many of my actions are taken from fear. But anyway, I hope you enjoy
Reese B Feb 2019
Time is time
Time takes time
Time is always on our mind
Time is forever moving
Time brings about change, unwanted and wanted
Time travels us to new places
Time unwinds or confines us into new spaces
Time teaches us that all things come to an end
Time tick-tocks and tick-tocks and tick-tocks on end
Time fills spaces
Time ages faces
Time slows down
Time is lost
Time will end... What time is it?

-Reese B.
Journey of Days May 2017
to be the other side of trauma is  unusual
loneliness is extreme
forever friends have gone
there are empty seats at the table
telephone numbers have changed
even family has moved on

time has evaporated
my clock and calendar are set at six years ago
time  stolen from me and my life
recreating a history from social media posts
the time lived by those who were close once
they look so happy and have lived

can I make up for time lost
do the living not done
reverse the injury cover over the scars
circle back at points and take that time back
put in a claim for what life owes me
does insurance cover that sort of loss  

finding a way back
is putting together a puzzle where the pieces don’t fit
by using a knife and mallet
more often now in a rush
to make sense of the past and put the missing history
back together, I have wasted too much time lost out here



@journeyofdays

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