forgotten silence~
there is a forgotten silence filling our home
a quietness that became a faint memory in the back of my mind
we are feeling all a little out of sorts
slowly gathering our lives
and sorting them back out
i think we all became accustom to the way in which we were living
not so much because we wanted to
but more so because we needed to
i am no longer marked by a calender of time
a movement that had me not thinking
just actively doing
being driven by a force of what had to be done
yesterday was that of mostly sitting
with small doses of stirring about
reflecting upon what we overcame
and wondering now where my life will lead
sitting here this morning relishing in my thought
"time is in the palm of my hands"
and pondering