Things are moving all around me
and I am surrounded by stillness, unmoving, unrelenting
I need to move away to be part of the movement
of the race to be everything and yet nothing
why does stillness bother me so much? Why am I afraid?
of its meaning or its existence?
as years pass by and I try and find me in it
I am elated and lost, exuberant and sorrowful
But away from all the tags and failures
I have embraced it as a part of me, my silence
Me that is flawed and imperfect
that doesn’t fit into the existing moulds
as defined, I am unique, I am me
and as I progress into the years
I know I need to break free of the chains
of just my expectations and definitions
the stillness grabs me and makes me pause
to just reflect silently on the person that I am
and that the person that I have become
defined only by me!!