Like a Stranger...

Sometimes I feel a little like a stranger looking in

To where the world that once unfurled is lost beneath my skin

Time feels like a roulette wheel; easy come and easy go

Until sometimes I feel more like someone I used to know

Sometimes I think time’s wink they warned me of when I was young

Is even quicker now than when I scorned with fearless tongue

Aha, aha, I laughed, quite glad of all the days between

...then, when I wasn’t looking they slipped into ‘what has been’

Sometimes love’s ragged heartstrings, interwoven through and through

Engage in a strange tug of war with what I thought I knew

Before the roar of moments blew the door shut soundlessly

And left me looking, like a stranger at what used to be

© Janet Martin