The Seconds

A Poem by Sand Witch

They drag

Seasons will go by,

And our minutes will crawl.

And as we live through the seconds, they feel like hours

But all the seconds that have already passed,

Collided together to form years

But still you're trying to will the clock on the wall to just go a little

Bit

Faster

Yesterday I stepped into middle school,

Terrified and Alone

An outcast

This morning I was in eighth grade

Making the decision to renew myself

A few hours ago I was stepping into high school

Invigorated, determined,

Destined, driven

A few minutes ago I was wiser

Happy, and with friends

Wishing the moments would last

A few seconds ago I sat on the cold steps alone

Now I'm on the brink

With a life and a choice ahead of me

It's like a fever dream, so surreal but heavy

This is the moment not to hesitate

This is the moment to reach out and take it

This is the moment that I could take what I worked so hard for

But instead I'm here

Watching the count down

Watching the seconds,

The minute,

The hour pass by.

Seconds are only slow

When you're waiting for something

© 2017 Sand Witch

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John the Baptist

An interesting look at the nature of time and how the surface mind perceives it. Sometimes entire phases of life can appear to have been just a moment past, yet while we were in those phases, time seemed to drag, the thing that would make everything OK seeming to be just over the horizon. Now time seems to similarly drag, because something else is just over the hill. It will always be thus, until we realize all that really matters is now. Good work.