I Feel It All

Life is a one-ended hourglass

Each grain dropping through the neck.

a moment,
a memory,
a feeling,
a sensation.
a breath,
a bruise,
a whisper,
a wound.

As they pass through, they transform into
fractured fragments of what I am—

whispers of someone not yet complete,
slipping through time’s thoughtless sprint.

flickers and echoes
of moments lost.

I sit in the sediment—
it’s heavy, weighing me down.
these memories,
these moments.

I feel it all:

some, like a soft warm hand
gently cradling my cheek.

others, like a needle dipped in frost,
threading patterns of pain through my heart—
an ache that never asks permission.

I’ve tasted heaven, felt salvation:

in love’s warmth,
wrapped in arms that felt divine,
bathed in light so pure it needs no name,
briefly touched by forever.

I’ve swallowed hell:

dragged by shadows,
scorched by the flame of my own undoing.

And as the flames ignite parts of my soul, they sputter,
leaving debris where belief once bloomed.

Other times, an eerie peace—
a limbo:
no heaven,
no hell,
just restless silence.

A soundless companion at my side,
watching me, never speaking—
patient and cruel.
Just a silent hum
eating at my sanity.

The hourglass clouds over—
taking a breath…
has time finally given up?

No new grains.
Memory halts mid-breath.

I stare into the desolate hourglass:
a graveyard of moments destined to die.

Now fully engulfed in ash.

I am free.
I am gone.