treading water

there were years

when i was invisible.

punching the clock in a lifeless

job

coming home to

a loveless marriage.

a garden of roses gave me

no joy.

i hung a picture on the wall

without measuring.

i listened to the clock tick

and wrote nothing.

there was no salt

in anything. no spice.

sugar was a thing of the past.

i was invisible.

walking about unseen, unheard.

treading water in the Sargasso sea.

uncertain about so much

in my life.

i wondered often 

when i'd

be alive again.

would that chance present itself

once more.

and luckily it did.