A sweet, sour feeling of something missing
Pulling, nagging at the back of your heart
Closed away for your own protection
Opened only for a glimpse of another moment.
Weighted down with so many memories
That just to breath is often too difficult.
Familiar images hurry by your shaky vision
Blurred by tears that make another sneak appearance.
Time to sigh and to move-anywhere
Try to release that chest pressure
Stop clenching and just let it go
Moving into that ever present, now and then.
-Carol Logan-Feikls
