The Infinite Moment Poem by Anna Wakefield

There is a moment,
But it is seldom felt.
It seems as though breath catches-
Wind stops-
And there is a pause in the relentless tide.

That moment can stretch
For what can seem like eternity…
A blink,
But an era passes…
And true reflection is a possibility.

Some never feel this wonder
Some have never felt the tide or
The ebb.
They have had no heights to overcome
And so no need to pause.

I remember the moment
I realised my make up, my core -
Who I was -
Was deemed abnormal, unusual
And felt fear.

Every moment since then
I have fought so many wars
Internal, external
To be accepted, to be loved
And lost.

The wins last but a moment
But the scars left are permanent
Deep wounds.
'Unconditional Love' a foreign concept
And abstract.

The unending moment does end.
New, alien, acceptance
And love
Eventually emerges, with luck…
And I smile.