re-visiting the feeling of disconnect when I sit in observation of my world…. rather than engaging in life.
 Still. unmoving unending wavy Monet images viewed through old glass panes. The world: beauty and sorrow intermingled in muted impressions. Still. unmoving unending Secluded from the room muted sounds, silenced voice People passing: not touched or felt. Still. unmoving unending On my window seat Not inside, nor outside a veil between hollow, aching limbo. Still. unmoving unending.still… |
HOPE: Escaping the Woods of Depression 