Dellymari's Blog

I am—

Stopped in my tracks,

but not the clock, it continues:

2020 –

12, 6, 3, tick-tock…

to use the time, I call,

unavailable.

In a big world, become small.

Though I have learned to see

outside of me, grass and sky,

indeed, to dream,

but not to move, in action, so eloquently.

More like trekking through mud.

You, in your space, how do you do

with time not right,

the way one wants to control

day and night?

Space is given to choose.

On my toes about to spring!

Every breath, a birth,

thankful yet restrained.

Thoughts that don’t know how to go.

What if this, and that, if only each thing

would fall into place?

I’d lack the excuses for keeping me,

from shining right here.

Because –

the aches and pains of standing still,

with passion screaming, please,

do not fall back into immobility.

They are agonizing!

It’s like the bird I want to soar,

to sing over the world:

I am here to be—

Take the unremarkable life, and

drown it, bitter, in vinegar,

but not me.

A will and way, present yourself,

heal these limitations,

that I should be remarkable,

in whatever space and time available.

Inhale, exhale, easy.

Embracing full life—

Joy is the ability to make love and peace 

with what is here and now, and to offer it faith 

to grow exponentially for good.

Before it is gone, a new season,

opportunity, a distant memory of us.

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