Frozen (thoughts as I turn 18)

Gathered moments have turned into seconds,
Into minutes and hours.
Those in their turn have shaped
Nights, weeks, months
Which have moulded into years gone by,
My easel is washed dry.

The paint brushes are lost
White is night and hope is right
The eternal mindblind poem
Haunts the smiling tear.
18-a new year.
No change, life in candy pink,
Midnight blue
Shocking, choking hue.
Talking to the mirror
Another year, another shiver.

Memories rolled into a rubber ball
Of love, trust and faith
Wounds, hate.
People going and coming, living and
Dying, laughing, crying
Grieving, mourning, flying
Lying, trying
I watch, fathom
The relentless sunshine.
Frozen……