Hourglass

Hourglass 

Filled with a fresh glass of hope, possibilities, change, a clean slate. Never turning a new hour glass over with the same thoughts or intentions. 

Filled with a few debris…..a few rocky layers starting to show through. The passage is beginning to roughen up. Thoughts of turning the glass over to help smoothen things out cross my mind…..but that would disrupt the natural flow. 

I continue to allow the process to take its course. Allowing bystanders to watch and judge as well. The same thoughts they are throwing out have been in my mind as well…..but this is my hour glass, not anyone else’s. So my nurturing defensive mentality begin to launch out towards the on lookers. I throw my self over the hourglass like a protective shield allowing the piercing words and thoughts to hit and damage me instead. Filled with pain and agony, I continue to smile for the hourglass. It is completely blinded by my glow of hope and love. As I am to. 

The hourglass has finished its natural course. I stare….and wonder if it was worth the time, judging, pain, vulnerability, the agony of wanting to start the time over. Then I think to myself. Even though the process was bittersweet…..it was still able to complete its purpose…its journey. 

The time had a lesson. A chapter. A reason. Now I’m left with a new hourglass I haven’t turned over yet…..when it’s time, I will allow the same process to take its course. Passage to passage….. chapter to chapter. Feeling to feeling.