In between the spaces of being
I found no answers to queries asked
No solutions to problems that threaten my way of existence
I entreated, pleaded, cried....
but no response
Sometimes in the dark spaces of life, you can see the other which such startling clarity
you wish you hadn't seen....didn't know the capability of what lay beneath
But what when you have seen? what when you do know?
what part of your life can you reinvent and under rug sweep?
I feel cheated of answers,
I feel afraid of being lulled into a false sense of security
I feel confused by the happiness, that followed the storm
I feel bullied by the calm
