space

My mind weaves intricate stories
drawn from unused melodies and forgotten forests,
from the silence between two heartbeats and the held breath before the wave comes crashing down.

Everything hung by a thread in suspense, can go either fairytale or nightmare but

I'm not scared, you are, the mind says, and I believe her

for a second until I remember 

 

There would be no beauty without pause.

 

My mind keeps on weaving and I leave

the well-trodden path for my heart to respect the gaps

to put gravity into my fairytales and stars into my nightmares

 

                                        to maintain the silence

 

in between the notes I play 

                                                                            the space for colours

                                                                            in between the lines I draw

Because I've learned

 

                                        where narrative steps back

                                            Life can step forward

 

19-12-2023