I spend a day alone.
In quiet reflection.
But again, it’s not quite quiet.
There’s me and my cesspool of emotions.
Turbulent. Rocky. Choppy. Like a sea on tide.
I’m trying to ride the swirling ebb and flow.
Abysmal despair alternates reams of hope
Like a lone oarsman caught amidst raging waters
I glide and slide. Uneasily.
Visions from the past;
Stories wrapped in wreaths of pain
That seemed long dead and gone,
Rise above from deep inside.
Like a tsunami
Brutal and destructive.
I let it take hold. I let the emotions flow.
Wild. Feral. Untamed.
Seeping through my very being.
While I lay still. Very still.
Waiting patiently. For the waters to reside.
For calm to reign. For healing to begin.
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