I love finding lost writings when I review old files. I’ve years worth of word documents stored on my computer. Sometimes it’s necessary to review such files to see if there’s any material worth salvaging.
I must admit there’s an awful lot of angst-driven, cringe-worthy, where is my life headed nonsense. I seem to have been stuck in that phase for quite a while. Thankfully, it’s since passed and I can now write about more pressing and interesting topics.
Anywho, I found this little gem, lost among my files. Methinks it’s a keeper…
A fluid thought suspended in mid-motion;
An unconscious decision slowed by atrophy.
– A body wasting away –
What then when the petal wilts from the rose?
I cycle in the perpetual motion of time. Caught in the dawn of spring; the eve of fall
While thoughts intertwine a body that bruises even while it heals.
– Another lesion lines the cord –
an insidious reminder of an uncertain future.
I imagine nerve impulses slowed by a barrage of scars;
Wires rusting with oxidation;
Barriers weakened by inflammation;
Misinformed cells attacking the very essence of life.
I am lost in a maze of malfunctioning pathways;
– Trapped in a prison of mass –
That collapses as axons die.
I am betrayed by flesh;
Attacked in silence;
Weakened by scars.