A feeling of inertia

 Shoulders pinched, the line runs along my back.

I hang heavy, my weight layered into folds.

The air prickles my skin as the seasons contemplate a shift.

Buds continue to stretch and flower,

But time sits still.

Days and nights blur as the sun shatters,

Breaking the night’s veil with tiny fragments of stars.

Each one brings with it a glint of hope, as well as a reminder

That nothing is forever.

What we see are shadows of the past.

Mornings continue to rise and fall but how many we see

Has already been counted.

Every day brings us a step closer

To both rejuvenation

And ruin.