Before the Next One.

There’s no more room for this feeling

This sense of no control

I have order for things

Shelves and lists

And I’ll clean them as I go

So when I start to feel the reigns slip away

I hesitate on every move

Because this feeling

Comes in waves

And today I am being pulled

Into the current

And away from the shore

Every last bit of me washed away

No more

I’m floating and paddling

My way through your calm

To build myself back up again

Can we ever admit we were wrong

I am praying for surf

And praying for calm

Hoping and wishing

That this feeling was washed

All gone

Order maintained

Peace is restored

I prepare for the next tidal wave

Bask in the calm before the storm.



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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