…is swinging again
The illusions I created
once settled in my mind
are now shape shifting
and slowly drifting
in and out of sight
wildly traversing
between the darkness
and the light
my pendulum of pain
is swinging again
its’ rhythmic dance
resounding in my bones
a tidal wave of emotions
I am yours and you are mine
once promised
to the end of time
you love me you love me not
the ache of separation
a sudden awareness
of an unexpected loss
a lingering disharmony
that I cannot understand
a cognitive dissonance
my thoughts in disarray
I feel our path diverging
this is our fork in the road
now my ashen dreams
are falling softly down
floating all around me
hands outstretched
I reach for them
but they are insubstantial
feather light as wishes
carried on a summer breeze
yet still they weigh so heavily
within in my winter heart
where waves of doubt
are forming
their voices roaring
from the depths
of the unseen abyss
the chaos of the moment
washes them all away
once again I find myself
and now I remember why
you will always be what I run from
in the silence
© Ann Bagnall
