My space is empty

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

when I realize that it is not

all about me!