Clock watching as the first one’s failed to work
Sands of time each grain rips through me
I’ll take them again and there’s another to try
and I wonder would it be better to break down and cry.
The the soft fine rain falls on my skin
and I remember I was born with strength within.
Deep breaths and mind filled with song
distractions so time will not be long.
Each rip, each pull, each broken form
the violence of life’s eternal storm.
Karen Hayward ©2015.