If our energy, in fact, has color. Today I am shadowed charcoal...barely a color at all.

tumultuous rolling of anxiety
fear of not being able to turn back the clock
minute hands crawl forward to remind me
decisions were made
actions were done
consequences are endless
hands crawl more slowly

only in time will effects unfurl
the ripples of the butterfly's wings
upon the breeze
having lasting effects upon us all
as our crawling hands grasp for...what?
forgiveness?
second chances?
more time? or less?

wishing away the hands of time
if not backwards
then forwards, faster
decisions, actions, consequences are
for a reason? part of a master plan?
What to learn, in time?
Hands reaching for a final moment.
Slipping away, losing the grip,
release