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💭Reflection
Sometimes
Nanda Regine
Sometimes I feel like my clock is growing tiredOnce healthy hands now trudge through the secondsBarely making it through the hourJust... TiredSometimesSometimes I feel like it's my faultBut how? When destiny is what made the clock... MineA determined one, always ready to march forwardBut it's now unkempt, beyond dysfunctionalAlthough the clock was always mineI feel separate from time itselfAs if my purpose is quaking away in fearIn fear of... The FutureThe inevitable will forever be lurking behind the shadows of reasonPatiently waiting for "The Moment"To catch me off guardHinging its Jaws to make defeat bleed out of meBut I stay rootedConsistently like the nodding of the hour handAs sturdy as the alignment of the 12 soldiersThat remain in their respectful position... Waiting
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”