The Moment

Sun beams bathe immobile form
Eyes stare, lips pressed, face forlorn
Swirling thoughts, quagmire of confusion
‘What is not’ causes disillusion

Arms crossed protectively, warding off danger
No one dare approach, friend or stranger
Unwelcome solitude cloaks her shoulders
Intense shudder, skin grows colder

Gazing blankly at azure skies
Mind asking questions; “Why? Why? Why?”
Adverse affect, condition beyond control
Yearning to escape, cannot break hold

Moment passes, lifted veil
Shoulders relax, slowly exhale
Essence warmed by suns pure rays
Stepping forward into the day

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