Tick tock

Tick, tock, tick, tock…

That is time?
Continuously moving and never stops
Propelling itself forward with each breath taken
Looking back is only a reflection…

It waits for no one. it just keeps turning,
Travelling on its on beat, to an old rhythm
We hop and off this time train to healing
Not knowing how long the journey will take us,
So we carry our friend faith for the ride…

But faith she is fickle,
She makes us question the higher power
She makes us doubt ourselves,
She forces us to journey right into our souls
And then leaves us there all alone….

The only way to complete that journey without faith
Is inwards and upwards,
One beat at a time, finding a new rhythm…
And just as we do she jumps back in the time train,
Like an old friend who was always there…
But regaining our trust in faith is not easy

We argue and question her without hesitation,
There are tears and rage at different stops,
Ignoring and acknowledging in the same breath,
Chanting and praying to reconnect
To faith, the higher power and yourself

It’s a journey that no one can gave you a map to,
One that getting lost is part of the way
One that breaks you and makes you
Each and every day…

Faith she stepped back and up to the plate,
Just as she promised to always be your friend
She re-joined us on the journey to healing in the end

But time did not,
Time held on to its position
Held on to its pride
Time is not my friend just yet
Maybe tomorrow or maybe when times move on so will I?

By Komal Dhana Naicker