Phantom Time
A poem about closure.
Phantom Time
Life is the fight,
to exist,
to matter,
to be
who
I am.
I have to urge myself
to not let go,
to stay firm no matter
what happens.
Since letting go
is only
when you
have concluded.
Life is
to keep caring,
to believe
in others.
I have to
see outward, not just at
my own being.
Without that,
I can truly never be finished.
Life is to forget the past,
to be in the present,
to accept what comes.
I have to
face things as they come,
and cherish the moment,
for time is scarce.
Without that,
Closure
deserts me,
like
a distant friend.
Life is
to be unique,
to be the square peg,
the oddball.
I have to
make myself
be unique,
be different,
from others.
Life is an adventure,
with its ups and downs.
Life has a start,
and an end.
But the end,
can only be complete,
with every piece.
To be truly finished,
I need to conclude things properly.
Only then
will the feeling
of lacking
disperse.
Only then
can I let go.
.