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The Breath That Waits

By Heather ClimerPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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I have a crack in my heart.

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?

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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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