Moments

“Moments”

Life happens in seconds

Not hours, days, or weeks

It is in that one small moment

Everything Changes

The pause between breathes

When something is

Not quite right

As though the breath,

You just took

And the next one

Somehow happened

Years apart

When you wake up

In the night

Your heart racing

Knowing it all fell apart

The let’s sit down

And talk statement

Sends chills

Down your spine

And the space between

The look and the first word

Have already spoke volumes

No other moment can

When the words spoken

Can’t find your heart

In that moment

You go numb

The moments that follow

Are made up of cascading

seconds over days and weeks

Eventually turning into years

You do not know how

You got here

It is as though your nightmares

Have met your real life

In one horrific replay that

Won’t end

The phone call,

To tell you your test results

Are all clear

The day you open the letter

To get into the Grad School

Of your dreams

The reconnection

With a long-time friend

Who seems to slide back in

As though they never left

In one moment

A smile warms you

The next a memory

Rips you wide open

All over again

The pendulum swings

To and fro’

Counting each second

In its own unique space

It does not have

Attachment to one or the other

It just tics them off one by one

If you have ever watched

The second hand of a clock

You realize there are really seconds

And those seconds

Are more distinct than we admit

We all wake up one day

And say, “How did this happen?”

Yet, each second denoted the change

It was happening moment by moment

The moment in which honesty

Could have been the entrée of choice

Yet lies seemed better suited

The moment in which one’s needs

Could have been uttered

Instead another concession was made

The moment when a simple “no”

Could have changed it all

Yet, a hesitant “yes” was mumbled

Our lives don’t happen

 in weeks, months, and years

They happen in moments

Each moment

We get a choice

A choice to be present

To lean in

To feel it ALL

Every second of every day

We get to decide

To choose our story

Or to let fate keep

Holding the pen

Until one day

Fate crushes the pen

And the ink goes flying

Across the pages

And rain starts to blur

The words of this story

In that moment

What do we do?

Do we rip the pages to shreds?

Or sit down a cry?

Do we yell at the injustice of it all?

How could this life

I so carefully crafted

Disintegrate before my eyes

The bigger question is

In what moment

Did you decide fate

Had a better plan for your life

Than you did?

Your really angry about that

Angry you gave up

Thousands of moments

To someone else’s plan

To your fears

To your boogey man

To your internal hell

As you sit on the ground

Surrounded by tiny pieces

Of your carefully planned life

You have one moment

That space between breathes

To decide:

In this moment,

Will I choose me

My dreams

My vision

My needs

My goals

My fantasies

My life still untold

See the story has not even started

Your clock has been frozen

Fate has been ticking away

Moment by moment of your life

Until now

Now, in this chasm

Between fate and destiny

This moment hangs in suspense

What will you choose?

You can continue on

As though nothing has changed

You can keep getting up

Rinse, wash, repeat

Or, you can wake the fuck up

Rip off the covers

Throw open the window

And own your dream

A dream is just a snapshot in your mind

Comprised of all your deepest wants and desires

Held hostage in your soul

Because deep down

You do not believe your capable of creating them

Today, in this moment,

You can choose

You can let fate stand at your grave

And read its’ rendition of your life

Or you can claim your destiny

And leave a legacy

The world will never let go untold