Not Quite Quiet.

 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.