Unsaid

Shuttering, pricking, wavering, gasping, quivering and more

Feelings and emotions deep and resounding

She feels them, she holds them, she deals with them

Knowing the only way to deal with it is becoming aware

For actions, what can they do?

Only confuse, spoil, colour the existing

Into something so easily broken

And probably regretted forever

Deep sorrow, deeper joy

Tears flowing like a storm

As if the heavens have unleashed their wrath

As if a mother has lost her child

As if darkness has prevailed

As if the world is coming to a startling halt

As if a dam has been opened

Unexplainable silence, only silence

Closing yourself to being vulnerable

Or opening yourself to living life fully

Aware of every thought even if it briefly came and vanished

Is this really the point?

Or this is where free will rears its head

Goading, pressing forward, challenging to take the plunge

Cause destiny does not predict

Destiny only creates opportunities

What manifests is what actually is

She stares into nothingness

Looking ahead at what may be

Knowing that what is, is

Here and now

The future, only possibilities

The future only illusions

The future only dreams

Cause she hesitates to make it reality