Tempest

It’s so weird is this time,

Standing here I’m gazing ahead at the future- bleak,

A patch of blur in the color of the now,

A haze to compliment the veil on the past,

A smile weak behind the tears gleaming and yet I’m beaming,

There is the heat of altercations approaching,

A silence of the calm, the peace lining the rest,

The vigor pushes me through, slowed by a storm of thought,

By the question mark of doubt I hold back,

And with the mirth I enjoy wholly,

With the belt of life taking me through, I wonder,

A strange curiosity, an expectation prancing within,

A combination so vivid so dangerous,

I’m held back right now, caught out in the tempest of emotion.