Beyond Scribbles

There is a moment
before the rush of the day
catches on— 

an in-between space
in time, 

to slow down,
to pause,
to relish 

amidst the fleeting moments
of impermanence,
of transience. 

Worries dispelled,
anxieties dissolved,
fears hushed.  

A breath of clarity descends. 

That’s the moment I wait for.
That’s the moment I rely on
day after day—  

before the day slowly swallows me whole. 

A moment where dreams are created.
A moment where dreams are promised
a life of their own. 

One I breathe into—
a worthwhile moment between breaths.  

© Vinitha Dileep

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This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and ninety-third edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – DISPEL hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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