When I look at my life I see myself standing on a bridge suspended in the sky <br />The moon, the stars, and a clock tower ticking down are the only other things in view <br />If I look down I can see myself unraveling into luminous threads <br />like spiderwebs <br />when I pull at those pieces I see everything I've done <br />and everything I will do <br />The frayed pieces are connected to my <br />heart, mind, body, and soul <br />so it hurts when I pull on them <br />They are connected to the bridge as well so I cannot fully retrieve them <br />but because the other end is <br />my heart, mind, body, and soul <br />they never go away <br />The bridge connects to the clock <br />because time is what robs me <br />of being able to sit and carefully <br />reclaim or discard these strings <br />I cannot jump from the bridge <br />because truthfully no matter how much <br /> I talk I don't want those strings to snap <br />Oftentimes the strings are out of order <br />they don't attach to the bridge in a linear fashion <br />I cry about things that have not happened yet <br />I feel intense joy for things long gone <br />I ache for lovers that have long forgotten about me <br />I mourn friends that have not yet died. <br />I cannot see the ends of the bridge, it is too dark <br />Only the string attached to the clock pulls me forward. <br />The end of that bridge haunts me <br />When I fall off of it <br />will any of those delicate and beautiful strands rip away <br />and come with me?<br /><br />Charles Darkly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-is-a-harsh-mistress/
