Inner Woman Volume 2

I swing with the rhythm

of an internal metronome

Tick-tocking with the sway

of the grandfather clock

And in the reflection

of a single moment

I stop.

Balanced between insanity

and reality

like an egg at equinox

Time stands still

The pendulum hangs motionless

Between one breath and the next

I grasp elusive perfection

And the drum rolls

life intrudes

to bring me to earth

and the dearth

of blur between injury and scar