It made my dingy, blank walls look and feel ok,
plain halogen bulb feel less harsh.
It made this whole apartment
the one that just felt so concave
squeezing me in from all sides
Burst out convexing outward just moments before collapse.
I can breathe...
I feel ready to sit with this mountain of sadness
Now it is a companion rather than my formidable enemy.
I can now safely explore,
like a deep sea diver who has just put on a wet suit
protected from the determined invasion of a bone chilling cold.
It pushed me to hear the words of the songs hidden in the clamor of music.
Stringing up the words that remind me of who I am.
Am I calm?
On the outside...
On the inside, I am the perfect storm.
For now, I am pulling my tide back in.