...so pardon the dust while this all settles in

SORROW

it feels like falling. 

it feels like rain.

like losing my balance 

again and again. 

it once was so easy;

breathe in. breathe out.

but at the foot of this mountain, 

i only see clouds.

i feel out of focus, 

or at least indisposed

as this strange weather pattern

inside me takes hold.

each brave step forward, 

i take three steps behind

it's mind over matter -

matter over mind.

slowly, 

then all at once.

a single loose thread

and it all comes undone.

where there is light,

a shadow appears.

the cause and effect

when life interferes. 

the same rule applies

to goodness and grief; 

for in our great sorrow,

we learn what joy means.

i don’t want to fight, 

i don’t want to fight it.

but i will learn to fight,

i will learn fight

’til this pendulum finds equilibrium.

slowly, 

then all at once.

the dark clouds depart,

and the damage is done.

so pardon the dust

while this all settles in.

with a broken heart,

transformation begins.