Sometimes…life is cold, hollow and surreal
Sometimes…you just can’t unthaw and somehow don’t feel real
Stiff and stilted, stuck and stymied
Life whizzes and whirls…you sit…silent
So sometimes…you pull the veils down
grasping at the mists of clouds to shroud,
fog to hide you
sometimes you need silence, stillness, quilted quiet
just to breathe.
Then sometimes…in the haze of solitude
you feel a surrender
a peace
a whisper
a pleasure
a soul…crackling, thawing, melting and warming…
And always…a respite to the soul paves the way back;
And always…turn your ear inward…
your soul’s whispers
the keys that fit the door to your new world waiting…
