The clock is ticking down the seconds--
Throwing them in with the rest--
Eternal waste basket of used time.
My mind is focused on being calm,
Although each tick is like a powerful
drum controlling the rhythm of my heart.
I will myself patience and confidence.
I attempt double-think--trying to trick myself
That I can do this and while not probable, definitely possible.
JM
Your poetry always speaks to me. I think we're poetic soul sisters :) I know that you'll climb any mountain in front of you Jillien. Great poem as always.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing, I love the choice of words painting simple pictures.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. It's hard to not pay attention.
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