Scatter By Christopher Ross Livingstone

Scatter By Christopher Ross Livingstone 

Time I felt stood stiil.

Upon the cliff edge in sight I saw the vast sea.

This was six months on from the day you let go.

I felt within like time and space was held in an instant. 

I knew I was pursuing a shoreline towards healing,

from a space that felt numb but yet so raw. 

I was on the edge.

Like a cusp between two states of emotional dimensions

In unision I began to offer and scatter,

emotions and thoughts that didn't seve me well unto surrendering

The sea in my sights washed over me as I shed those tears