Seven Degrees Left of Center

Trust in Hope

It's been a long wintery road; depression overpowered my soul. I had to step away for a time. I am not ready to return yet. But here are a few words I wrote long ago. Time continues to pass. I hear it heals all wounds. This is not a test against the truth. It's a trust in hope.

Through open windows, I see prison walls,
Not built with stone or iron rods,
A foggy mixture blending space and time,

Space is ruled by the dimensional measure,
Conquered with power and will,
Time is different; without feeling or grace,

Marching is the ever-moving clock,
Never allowed to change its pace,
Mocked by a steady tik and returning tok,

Neither saved nor interest earned,
It's given once to treasure or to burn,
This instant! This right now! Changes to then,

Forever fading into the past, forbidden to return,
Here's the question, my friend,
If not now, then when?