There were times
I wished my heart would stop
There were moments
I wished the clock would stop
There were hours
I wished the world would stop
Not a thing was still
All I was, was nothing
Unseen... the part of the picture
That escapes the eye’s curiosity
Unable to leap out of the negative
The part that played no part
There and not
And then
Time beat my chest
Until the rhythm of its seconds
Resuscitated my will
until the earth, the air, sound…
everything was new
I closed my eyes,
drifted in darkness
And complained of a blind world
until I finally opened them enough to see
the sky's bright eyes
that were always watching over me
