my thoughts are spinning so fast in my head
that i think i might fall off the side of the earth.
i imagine that i would land somewhere in between
the moon and the stars and i think that is when
i would finally feel free from the storm within me.


i look at the trees and how they seem to
dance through the raging winds that pass through
with such resilience and grace and i find myself
wondering why i can’t do the same.


then i remember how time has so often taught me
that i am no dancer and the storm will find me
wherever i hide and i am tired of being found.


these winds are so unforgiving that i end up in the
middle of a desolate road sometime past midnight
looking up at the moon and the stars and the place
in between where i am meant to be and my
only hope is that when the next car comes
that i will no longer feel the turbulent storm within me
but instead feel the years of pain and fear leaving
my body as i dissolve into the night sky
and find a new home among the stars.


i pray that car comes soon.