My emotions are fluid. Trailing into each other, gaining momentum.
Each once an individual prism of beauty,
Now a raging river, flooding my soul.
I am happy .... I am sad ... confusion, and a state of limbo
where it all stops. What does it all mean?
Who am I? What is really important? What value have I?
Sometimes pain is so real you can see it,
and hurt so strong it has flavor.
Resisting, rejecting, I push it away and reach for the rays
of sun that break through the clouds.
I can feel the heat on my skin, drawing, pulling,
removing the emotions and leaving
a peaceful glow of contentment. I am at rest ...
Surely my soul shall sleep.