Tempestuous


This quiet trust,
inside of me -
the hope that yet,
sustains my life.

So often holds,
my head above,
the waters, that -
around do surge.

The whirling thoughts,
troubling at times;
a constant plague,
upon my mind.

So unstable…
and different;
struggling to cope,
with who I am.

I feel but half -
the man I was;
I miss myself…
I was complete…

Long gone, the time -
the happiness,
that once was mine,
now haunts in dream.



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison