Time shifted.
Eternity sat.
Life fell into the stop motion
Of the meticulously aging now.
It became a collapse
Of nothings.
Emotions ran like the seasons over days turned into months.
Never knew when the rain would strike. And I certainly didn't understand how winter could be so hot.
I walked out barefoot in the icy showers, and smiled for the first time in a long time
half-heartedly
But it meant something,
as my feet and legs froze up to my robe
and vaguely chilled, the bare beneath;
Seconds of life re-emerged and a smile on both our faces.
It was the hint of a promise,
I had buried and never sought to recover.
It was the months I'd go on choking on the gourds in my throat, shaking violently the feelings from my skin, erupting.
It was
The Process.
I had to digest time in my belly.
I had to sift through the memories forged, scrapped, and collecting dust of years unopened. Things repressed.
Unsure if I could make anything right in this life,
My heart barely limping to task,
I became sure,
I had to try.
and I have gestated in that.
Time collapsed all around me
and a drifting bed became my sea.
I swallowed every sadness-
Unable to drink
Or smoke
Or numb it away.
There we drifted,
You and I.
And everyday
Daddy still came.
For you....
I digested all of us.
I sipped the ache of my sadness
And slept away the pain in days.
I seized of anger
and ate the ferocity away.
I did
What I had to.
So I could make a way.
and through it all,
My tiny love...
Daddy
Still came.
He cloaked me,
and he tucked me away.
He paved a path,
From rubble my Love.
He fed mommy,
So her heart wouldn't continue to break.
and together,
We made a way.
It has been four months with no words.
Just....
Process.
Eternity slowed
To nothings.
Not so pretty.
Just you,
and me...
and Daddy's feats.
Imperfect,
He, is our only miracle.
and you little Dragon,
You, are ours.
