Time

Sitting; perched upon one of thousands of rocks, staring off into the misty waters I watch. I wait. But deep down, to my very core, I am reminded that I need time. For life should not be deemed the boisterous rush that it is. So, with my mind hindered, and my heart fulfilled, I watch as each hardship recedes past the frigid shoreline. Hours go by and I remain. And there is this constant contemplation to return to certain disdain But as the sun peeks through the once grey clouds It brings a divine luminescence In which I am soon reminded that convalescence is not simply sought. Like the once darkened sky, it comes with the essence of life; Time.