Birthing the Moment

 

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Dare I feel safe

wrapped in the womb

of the present;

a blackout’s length

away

from yesterday’s

unraveling?

 

Can I hang on to this moment;

savor it

without

being catapulted

into

tomorrow’s projected nightmares?

 

Is this the sought after

gift of my yearning;

the mythical promise

where chaos refuses to be birthed

and

anxiety is aborted?

 

Then tuck me in,

push pause,

and

deliver me the serenity

swaddled

in the heartbeat

of this gifted moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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