Monday, May 24, 2010

Then, it was as if I lived inside a thick, heavy cloak.
When I think back to then, I almost feel it wrapping around me.
I'm turning inside out, the roar of my blood in my veins drowns out any other sound.
I see with blinders on, only what I can manage to take in for that little while.
I am ensconced in softness, holding myself tightly with my two little arms, trying not to fall apart.
I can see the world, and it moves in slow motion for me, and I'm surprised at how fast people are going.
My world, of course, has stopped.
Inside my cloak, I look down, and see the stillness of my body.
It waits for the passage of time, and that is all.

2 comments:

Brenda Marie said...

Your description of how you felt is exactly how I feel right now.

Shannon said...

Beautiful.