I Forgot your Birthday

11:09
The ticking of time, frozen in such a silent space.
I find myself listening to a chime, but yet,
Second to the focus surrounding my pain.

Rain
The pounding of water, drowning all that it sees.
Though the picture I see, hung with purpose, but yet,
Ever changing is the vista on its frame.

Thoughts
Wandering and chaotic, fleeting and yet never ending.
I see this tree, alone in my frame and in this vista Im lost, but yet,
Sensing my way through a cloud of frustration.

Fear
Less as time travels on, suppressed into a soul shaped from its scar.
I think that now I can reclassify it as ignorance, but yet,
It remains as that which I cannot take away.

Obstacles
Ungrounded at five, to be soon grounded again for life.
I begin to construct a reason in my mind, but yet,
There they all are set to remain, to be conquered or left unchanged.

Purpose
Stubbornness unfurled, its change that must be made,
Though they walk right by, me, a mere tree in a frame, but yet,
The growth is there to be observed.

11:10
The metaphor grows a bit thin.
In coming back to the moment I remember that there is work left to do, but yet,
I will not be making a phone call today.