Time, what is it?
By definition, a noun, a verb, an adjective
As humans we judge time
By how long it takes
To orbit around a gas ball
So far away, yet close enough
To kiss our cheeks
Sending warmth and happiness
Helping us to, momentarily,
Stop time while we close our eyes
And hold onto our thoughts
All the while we spin
Like a merry- go-round
Watching the gassy ball
Jump up in the east
And go to sleep in the west
Time on earth is short
Considering earth’s age
Yet, our time is now
I stop and look around and
I wonder how time has stopped for me
And simultaneously continued to move
At the same pace for everyone else
Time has stopped
But I have aged
The lines on my face
No longer smile lines
No longer crows feet
Now, just dried up riverbeds
That frequently experience
Flash floods. Tears flowing
Finding the old paths
That have taken over
Time heals the wounds
It heals the pain
No!
How can it heal
When it stops
A continuous cycle
A horrible deja vu
Over and over and over
The ending always the same
Time stopping
Maybe, just maybe
When I open my eyes
There will be peace
Joy, or even just
Okayness
Maybe, time will begin again
And when it does
I will be able to enjoy
Watching the ball jump up in the east
Lay down in the west
For now, time for me
doesn’t exist
Not in the way it did before
It is on the verge
Of extinction
Barely hanging on
Begging me to
Let it start again