Gentle falls
Frozen white tears
Upon skyward
Looking face.
Soul
Melancholy filled
Lost in thought.
Neither
Looking forwards
Nor backwards.
Just stuck
That particular
Moment in time.
Unable to advance
Confusion writ large
On face.
Suddenly
As it started
Snow stops.
As if
Someone had shaken
Life-upside down.
Therisa © 2018
Author's note: I wrote the majority of this, on November 30th, as I rode the TTC #23 bus,
from Victoria Park subway station to Golden Mile Mall, and the No Frills supermarket, there.
A 15 minute journey that I wrote this, as part of my CBT toolbox, in preventing anxiety/panic
attacks.
from Victoria Park subway station to Golden Mile Mall, and the No Frills supermarket, there.
A 15 minute journey that I wrote this, as part of my CBT toolbox, in preventing anxiety/panic
attacks.
I wish to give a very special thank you, to Lona Gynt, who beta read this poem, offering several helpful tips and constructive comments. Without these, this poem would remain incomplete and unfinished. Honestly, this poem would have joined my orphan file for incomplete/something missing poems.
