There would seem to be a constant friction,

this piece of embattled attempts to move

forward and beyond the chaos left behind.

We are told to move well past all the pain,

start a new life, put the bleak upon a shelf,

maybe go back and visit it at night’s end.

It is a suggestion that ten or fifteen minutes

will help process all of that indecision, a part

of our lives we just can not ever leave alone.

Tonight lots of feelings are wanting to emerge,

and life would suggest just leaving them alone,

save them for another day, don’t feed them.

Yet it feels like a time of reckoning, when

solutions seem out of reach, like strong winds

casting our lives around in random directions.

It seems like the only way to survive a storm

is left to our heart and soul staying alive.