footfalls

she dreams    
in pane-glass reflections      
between here and now    
lounging in the middle    
of how      
     
summer heat warms      
her memories, nights      
wrapped in his safe arms      
but of hospital echos    
and emptiness, too      
     
she burgeons    
from experience    
shadows life's lead    
garners meaning      
independently    
     
she desires a repeat      
so thick in dreamery      
the future appears oblique    
a vertigo sense of being      
     
If any balance exists      
it lies not beneath      
nor above her-      
but, in the second hand      
of each breath she exhales      
     
between life and death    
lies footfalls      
      
she plants each with grace    
and ineffable beauty of spirit      
an example to us all      
of how to carry on  
~    
     
     
Jemac    
'JeJe' is a quite, graceful writer sharing her hopes, desires, fears, and dreams from the tragedy of past experience.  Despite the pain of life, she walks in beauty and grace, sharing each footfall through poetry.      
     
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/jemac/