Written February 9, 2006

Ordinary moments and mundane tasks filling my days,
Nothing compared to those from the life I once lived.
A brief flash -
There I am, trapped in the past,
In moments I never knew I'd miss.

One change was all it took to leave me with nothing familiar.

There's a stubborn reality at my back,
Breathing down my neck,
Demanding attention and complience.

It's a time worn, tear stained existence.

All thoughts of moving forward are cast aside
By the undeniable truth that every start has an end;
The future will become the past.

I remember when living was as simple as breathing,
Now refusing the next breath seems easier.