Pensive

a hum of silence washes over my thoughts
if that makes any sense to you
you might have been or are where I am

flutters of the heart show that life is present
yet presently life is lacking
that pounding fervor of warmth necessary

vision is blurred
sense of hearing dulled
nothing tastes good

Yet—
There is a vibrancy surrounding my every breath.
When I do not have strength, someone stands in for me.
I have so much. I have friends.

lovely purple flowers from a friend