A Note To Eternity

Nothing is forever

It’s time again. It is time to write again. To put my thoughts on paper. To jot them down. To document.

It’s time to pay a visit to my feelings. I haven’t seen them for a long time. As there was no assurance.

It has been a while since I dealt with them. With myself. I have avoided talking about my emotional world. Forgotten how to feel instead.

I’ve lost my heartbeat. Dispelled my pulse. Yet, the events of the past were heavy. So much has happened. So much. Too much to grasp? Currently. To understand. To process. To endure. Without a cure.

And I ask myself again and again. How much is a person capable of enduring before breaking? Because I am shaking.

And without an answer to this question. I break. I shatter. I don’t feel. I am uprooted. I don’t matter.

No longer capable of living the life. I have built so far. So many compelled moments. So many. Too many? So far. While I’m stuck in life’s tar. So dear. I am overwhelmed. Feel shattered. No longer able to experience happiness. Not anymore. Never again? What’s the matter? Why! I know the why. Yet I cannot confront it. My endurance has vanished. Through the crack of the hidden door. While the ground is no safer than a broken floor.

It left me here. Accompanied by my strength. They left me behind. Without an exit. Without a view. No future. No hope. No faith to cope.

And yet today. A new life is starting all over for me. A life in which I hold the pain. A life in which I am asked to sustain.

My past is tingling up my thighs. Shaking hands with my present. My presence is closing the notepad. Waving my past goodbye. Taking only the nuances. That are needed. And shaking off experiences that are no longer present.

It walks its way up my chest. Greeting my future. Caressing its tender phase.

It’s delivering the bags of my life. Filled with the lessons I needed. To stay up and strive.

But no longer serving. My future is racing up my head. Introducing its clearance. And a new eternity. And hopes to spread.

And here a beautiful poem by Natalie Gasper

A reminder. Life is precious. Don’t wait for someday. By Marla Oveson