Carved from a longing that knows no bounds
And these grooves worn deep from sorrow only ache in this liminality.
When nothing seems right, and time slips through our fingers as we wait-What are we waiting for?
We hide in our heads and calculate the next move, fighting silently over words never said
Tell me, what are we waiting for?
The story echoes in my chest
Challenging the rhythm beating against this cage of bones
Patterns of our self perceived ineptitude stifle our motion-
What are we waiting for?
There's no turning back, we're well past the point of no return
And here, in this, the final hour, what will you choose to mourn?
Our future or our past?
To move forward, let go of all the things you chose as your armor- it will only weigh you down in the end.
And here, there is nothing to defend.
So what are we waiting for?
I can feel it,
Rippling under my skin,
I can't help but wonder if you hold the same pulse coursing within...
The only restraints are the reasons you create
The reasons why things should stay the same.
But in a world where nothing makes much sense,
Isn't it strange to abide the atrophy of yourself by staying on the fence?
I'm not asking for faith in make believe
I'm asking you to rise, and meet me
Here.
In the space between.
There's no reason for second guessing, or counting the time as it cascades down the walls in our minds
Here in the rhythm between breath
As we slip and stumble through the debris that's left
Perhaps...we find some semblance of Remembrance
Perhaps we recreate ourselves in this ever shifting terrain of Consciousness
Nothing is certain, and that's the adventure
So what are we waiting for?
If I leapt from this place
Immersed myself in these crashing waves,
Would you meet me?
Or would the memory of me fade...
Like an old photograph
Blurred and out of focus...
A whisper of a kiss through the colors of sunrise
Only to settle back into the dust of your mind.
Could you be courageous,
Could you lay down your fears...
Could you pause from your thoughts
And meet me,
Here?
About the Creator
Heather Climer
A chaotic combination of music, molecules, color and curiosity. Fueled by no small amount of caffeine, I find inspiration in the world around me, and do my best to represent my reality.
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