Sunsets
I am —
at that part of life when the sunsets left behind seem longer on life’s Timeline
and the coming ones hang with red lights, warning
that I may witness a few more or none of them at all.
I am aware that
on life’s Timeline, the warning is scary
so a flight-or-fight response kicks in; I want to turn
and go back to childhood once again.
But hope wheezes like an inflated balloon
the ground seems to give in.
The truth hides the sunrise behind dark clouds
and forever, I walk on the sand.
In the sunset years of life’s Timeline, the inevitable end
torments the soul
like a tornado down to uproot my love knots in the world.
I sigh! Cry.
But move on with a grateful smile. Still breathing! 😊
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.