Moment
I used to live
greedily
for the moment.
There was nothing more
than the moment.
A tumultuous spiral;
moment,
after broken moment.
My kaleidoscope dance
through life;
clinging
to the moment.
Now I look back
desperate;
wishing I could
somehow remember
how to fit
the puzzle pieces
back together.
Left with nothing more
than this moment.
Copyright © Teagan Taylor | Year Posted 2018
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