Momentum

Moving forward while holding still

A quiet return to motion; Photo by Matt Bero on Unsplash

Everything dark
Hanging in balance
Nothing set—
more loss to come.

My fears abound—
I’ve lost my cadence.
Where’s my path?
I’ve come undone.

My head spinning—
my life in freefall;
edge looms close,
must back away.

Search for some hope
to guide me forward.
Mind still spins—
leads me astray.

I can’t stop now—
I’ve come way too far
to give up;
lose momentum.

I’ll keep looking—
uncover my path.
Happiness
will again come.

Author’s Note:

Some things aren’t ready to be spoken aloud. Some things need time to process before sharing. Sometimes processing looks like avoidance while your body and mind prepare for the grief.

This is where I’ve found myself in the last several weeks. Life keeps moving, so I must keep moving, too. But my mind and heart are bound by what’s occurred, preparing to let go while hoping to hold on. The future is yet unwritten.
— Liora

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