We have stopped and time
stretches, strains at the leash
pulling us back to where we left off
Look at the illusions we had
lay them bare, strip them of potency
think rather than fear
Do you really need to rush back
or can you move on
tempered, like steel?
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Find several boxes of various sizes
place them on the floor
cast sorrows into the smallest
make a grand throw of these
watch as the box splits, is soaked through with
shed and unshed tears
watch the resulting river
flow under the door
and out into the hallway
Look at the largest box, bring it into your arms
tender loving arms
hold it tight, not caring about the squashing
rumpling, loss of hull integrity
that is the box of happiness
Now fill it
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Do you think it is easy to change?
Ah! It is very hard to change and be different.
It means passing through the waters of oblivion.
by D H Lawrence
