slow pendulums

Sometimes

In the quietest moments of the day
Inside my head
With my heart on my sleeve;
the world passes by around me
In seconds, made into hours
slow and sweet
The real becomes the illusional
The delusion becomes the tangible

Sometimes

The only time I feel is 
in the loudest moments 
alone in my head; the world is raw
and my senses flow and emotions 
unchained, unsurpassed and unabridged
my reflection is our reflection 
Memories, the past relived 
the choices unmade to be remade
the outcome yet to BEcome 
a moment frozen to be criticized 
A scrutiny to become immortalized 
Morality to become challenged 
One stave at a time, one breath at a time
An inhale of the world around me
An exhale of accepting the things I could not change
And cannot change 
An aerial view of the things that 
claw away at me 
chip away at me until
a ghost is all I know of myself;

A perversion left from the erosion
and an exoskeleton left behind.

A tidal current of the choices I made
And we make.
The sad things that I cannot express except for in those moments;

inside my head.

and in those moments, I let go
the tears I dare not let fall
and feel the things I will not feel

not in front of you
not in the view of anyone

To be made human inside my head
Is the sweetest surrender yet. 
A quiet, melancholic moment.

only for a moment.

Reviews

[Melobldnfr]

This I could feel. But then, who could not relate? Well done.

[Chris]

"...Amen..." comes to mind.

It's more than "words" scrawled across your mind...

[barleygirl]

This is very relatable for me. I'm in awe of the way you've crammed this little ditty with a ton of ideas, all supporting a similar theme, with everything being expressed in a fresh & original way. This could be a word painting of the way my mind grinds on . . . not easy to sort it out . . . making sense of the sometimes seemingly senseless! It really is a slow pendulum in my mind, as I try to keep things on the positive side of the swing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie