Here is a poem I wrote as a reminder that time is what you make it. It is ever-present, but it doesn’t have to stay dark. And with the new year fast approaching, now is as good a time as any for rebirth.
Time here, then fleeting
All of it means nothing
Then it is everything
A shadow passing over my life
Never gone, never enveloping me completely
Its ever-flowing presence moving
Through the scenes of my memories
Past and future