The days pass slowly
I'm in limbo, the stagnant whirlwind of
My hearts questionings, the beating
Pulse of life wavers towards rest,
I am bound to no choosing but nothing else
To do, only to tender to the day and the next...
These are my days, where I have been put away
Swept in by the force of destiny winds,
I am always ever waiting, in the bloodless quiet
Confined in wonderings to what and when will be
My fragile curiosity cries silent pleas
Of urgent answers that could be heard underneath
The breath of each dawn
While my learning is long, here, in the pause of
Unveiling secrets, the wisdom of each moments refrain
My patience obeys and adheres to divine interruption
As its mirror reveals my most deepest reflecting
Truth, my bodys frailty..
I heal with each image of my souls bending
Here in the arms of my every night of my every day
My middle rest, my gift, my limbo
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