Through

The spinning and swirling
has finally calmed down.
The ground has stopped crumbling
beneath my shaky feet.
But is it the eye of the storm?

Steadiness finally prevails,
at long last, relief.
But now my mind rarely sails
through the uncharted waters
now that I really can.

Been running so long,
now just so tired.
All I want is to belong,
to myself, if no one else.
tired, too nervous to sleep.

No it’s all so still.
No more undertow.
Slowly growing strength and will
will hopefully lead through
to something brand new.

The shadow is gone,
the inside is turning out,
but is the outside turning in?





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poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru, don't steal! it's very very very very bad bad bad bad bad and I am sleepy so yeah