Another Moment

 

Another moment

we steal away

from the world

 

Hoping that

no-one will

interfere

with our

escape to paradise

 

These moments

Feel so sacred

So all important

and encompassing

 

How is it then,

That we allow these

to be just moments?

 

Why do we,

abandon paradise,

and rush back

into hell?

 

Alone,

Busy,

Frustrated,

Anticipating

And longing,
For our next moment…

Extended Thoughts

In reflecting on this writing I am unable to actually remember the specific inspiration for it. Was it an intimate relationship, a good friend or a special escape with my daughters? I guess it could have been a great book, empowering music or even time with my journal.  

 I wonder what your reaction was the first time that you read it. What moments you were thinking about?

Moments can be so many different things for so many different people.

 
 

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