Aging took its pacing to another level
slowing the rate to a reluctant pace–
crowding every moment into spans of mere minutes.
Feeling is fleeting after we’ve lost ourselves
in the senseless loss of senses
when eager hope loses focus
then, heartfelt emotion is dealt killing blows.
Heartbreak, lending to aching
and sadness that bears no escaping
become a battle worth undertaking for sake of self.
Necessary steps toward healing mean
taking a step back from attempting to be.
Stepping over process steps is the opposite of progress
when unending hopefulness might be the goal,
or perhaps just a touch of contentment.