Watching moments go by with
Casualty, joy, and sadness.
Gazing at the caliber
Knowing this powerhouse is the force
That determines my destiny.
I stare at the skeleton face watch
Drawn not at the complex design
But of the minutes
Hand ticking during its rotation
Capturing my reminders of
Missed moments and late effects.
The glare from the clear glass face has me wonder
What happens when time stops?
Is that the end of our fate, our time?
Why can't we rewind the minutes, hours, and days
To change our wrongful path?
Why doesn't risk come with a loud alarm?
Tears embedded in my eyes
Slowly dropping one by one
Throat clenching
Pressured heart aching
With a threaded pulse.
I look up and ask myself
Why is life revolved around time?
Why can't life reverse itself when the timing is wrong?
I place my watch down and walk away
With a deep inhale
And perplexed exhale
As this moment drifts away with others
By the wings that hold my fate.
Dawn Piecham
Dawn is a native of Somerville, Mass. and has earned a bachelors degree in nursing and is currently working on her masters degree in nursing. A natural born caregiver, Dawn is a loving wife and mother of three boys with another on the way! She is proud to be able to say that she simply adores her family. While all of this is very apparent to those who know her, Dawn has been hiding the fact that she is an incredibly talented writer from us for years! We are so happy to welcome Dawn to our ever-growing Storytellers family.
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