Time falls, all around us.
Each moment, a splash.
When life knocks, time answers.
A constant monsoon; sweeping, churning.
Breathing. sighing. And crying.
When time falls, it falls as raindrops;
A soothing melody to lull you to sleep;
Or a constant storm, left sorrow to reap.
When we reach out our hand, we feel the rain.
Every memory, as real as the day before.
Those moments, unchanging or born anew.
In the end, it not so much matters,
For time is all around us and nothing is ever truly lost.
Thanks for reading! It’s great to be back in the swing of things. I’ve really enjoyed writing poetry for the last 6 months and am happy to see my skills moderately improving. I have big plans for the year and am hoping to finish the year strong with plenty of content heading into November and December for the blog. It’s been tough adjusting to work and while I might feel exhausted, I haven’t been willing to sacrifice quality for quantity.
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