Resting in Pieces

torn in two

pulled apart

by the tug of

warring concerns

a directionless ribbon

tied around the persistent present

of the necessary now

trapped between

the long forgotten future

and the never ending past

.

motionless

directionless

.

with no give

the strain took

and by the tension

we were not taught

.

instead we hover above the dirt

the mud, the mire

from whence we came

the same, unchanging

wherewithal

.

when all is

said and done

completed silence

becomes our restless place

as discarded

and forgotten

still

shattered

we lie

.

‘till

broken

no more

we become

Published by peteraird134510580

Nothing particularly interesting to say other than I'm a GP with an interest in emotional well-being, an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there may be interested enough to read what I've written. Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. Apologies for the repetition. What I have posted today (6th August 2018) consists of what I have written over the last few years - whether I write anything ever again, only time will tell.

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