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The World Stops
There are moments in life, when I can feel the earth suddenly stop. The surreal feeling of slow motion, and the sense that things are shifting. What was making sense to me suddenly is fuzzy and distorted. Where I once felt grounded, I feel wobbly and unstable.
Confusion sets in, fear invades my mind. I don’t know how to feel about anything, I don’t know what to think. I struggle to make sense of things, to get myself back into sorts. I am angry that what was is not, I am scared of what will be, I am lost momentarily.
Once things begin to move again, back to normal speed. I am reeling, searching for my place, wondering how will be. I let most things go, to avoid as much stress as possible.
But my heart is all I have, that is all mine. That’s where I draw the line, it’s what I protect most. So I pull away when things stop, shift, and change. I need to make sure that my heart is safe as I rearrange.
I love with a passion that opens me up completely, leaving me open to be easily wounded. So with each scar, apprehension grows deeper. I can feel it when the earth stops, I can sense when things are shifting. I say nothing, I wait and see where my place will be. It will eventually be revealed, so I wait patiently.
