my space is empty
the pillows smashed and tossed
by my restless head that never quite
not quite
found a place to rest
the sheets are tossed
and yes turned
as if twisted and roiled
by the force of my thoughts
I sit under the light of a solitary lamp
which dances across me
leaving shadowy figures on
the table which only dimly reflect
the dancing demons in my mind
and then I get it!
then the wild disorder begins to
find a shape
and settle
and I realize that life
makes sense
that the hurts can subside
the fear swirl away
like the morning mist
peace can come
peace can come
when I realize that it is not
all about me!
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