Sometimes we fall
Deep into silence
To honor the reverie
Of what’s to come.
Sometimes unraveling
The chains around our feet
Loosening what we
Think we must become.
Sometimes untangling
The ribbons in our minds
Catching the corners
And waiting to speak.
My time is mine –
No one can tell me
How to use it.
And if falling apart
Is how to restart
We’ll go through it.
Too Far From the Sun 