A New Rhythm

It’s very strange

There is a new rhythm to life now

A slower one

A contemplative one

And I keep fighting it

Feeling guilty for not getting as much done.

I make lists

I try to dream dreams

I try to be the person I was

I want so badly to run around

Sparking with new ideas

Inspired, excited

Bouncing from one endeavor to another

But I’m not happy when I do that anymore

Instead I listen

And I hear a slower beat

And it fills my soul

And every hop of the bird on the fence has meaning

Every flower bloom is bright

Is right and good

And I don’t see the dust in the corners

And the weeds that scream at me

That life is a chaos which will never be tamed.

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