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…