Ticking, tocking, ticking, talking;
time is passing, time is wasting.
Lessons learned and lessons lost,
looking for comfort, looking for something;
periods come and period gone.
Be adaptive, be fluent,
confidence learned... become influential.
Why am I doing this? Why am I here?
Healing happens, fears are growing.
Rise above them,
ticking, tocking, ticking, talking.
Thoughts are spinning, world is turning,
who is listening, what is to be heard?
Yesterday was so good, today is not so bad.
Its better known mounds go up but must come down.
Fight the resistance, listen within.
People converse, effects of life guides you through this universe.
You cannot see until you know where you've been and what's already
been done.
How to fix it, to make it all better;
worrying over what cannot be controlled,
when the time chimes you'll pay the toll.
This poem was inspired by a mixture of an antique Seth Thomas
mantle clock and all the emotions I've been through since my soul
mate’s transition from life a year ago. I've been blessed to have
had time to turn sorrow into self-wisdom from months of
introspection. For me, this poem was a creative outlet of mourning
and personal transformation in one.
Kay Miles, 26, was born
and raised in Anchorage. A dreamer at heart, she is inspired by the
Universe and has hopes of one day helping others on a grander scale.
