Living in the Present

Living in the Present

In the stillness
of the morning
I see her again
The woman in black
Standing on the rocks
in silence
Staring at the sea
motionless
The breeze lifting
her hair and leaving it
to tousle about
her shoulders
Whenever I come
at this time she is there
Never acknowledging
my presence
Absorbed in her thoughts
and quietness
I smile nervously
but she looks through me
As if I were transparent
I speak but she does not hear
It was then I realized
I was looking at myself 
The woman in black 
was me
My head was always
in the future
instead of being in the present
I was mourning the
loss of something I would
never have
unless I started living
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Sue Vincent's Write/Photo Challenge
OctPoWriMo - Silence
Nervous - WotD
Christine's Daily Writing Prompt
Go Dog Do Cafe - The Woman in Black

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

22 thoughts on “Living in the Present

  1. Wow, this is Brilliant, Christine…and familiar, as somewhere in my files I have something similar. I So enjoy your writing–makes my heart hum an echo 🙂

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      1. I recently tried to find all the old poems…it’s an arduous task, as apparently I’m way less organized than I thought! Disks and flash drives…aarrgghh 🙂

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