Award Winning Children's Author
It returns
the aching, the anger, the sadness
How do I push on?
To return to normalcy
It beckons
the tears, the emptiness, the nothing
When does it leave me?
Never seems the answer
It comforts
the memories, the love, the truth
Why do I still remain?
To Continue just the same
The world keeps on moving, as mine has stood still in silence.
Bustling to get around me as if I were a boulder atop the falls.
It seems unsettling that I can’t just freeze it all like a timekeeper’s watch so the winding would be mine alone.
Moving along with the crowd that keeps pushing.
Interned alone lost.
Some reason I’m here still.
Waiting to be gone.
llaura bullock 