310. Breaths Held Waiting

The mind wanders, restless.
The hand aches and the legs jitter.
The pen longs to move, but the words
don't flow.
The heart aches for something, anything
to make its beats have meaning.
The purpose exists yet is unknown,
The path foggy and overgrown.
It seems the world is waiting,
Time has paused -
An allowance to catch up
Brief and an eternity....
And things continue on as though
nothing happened,
Nothing changed -
And it proves to be true.