The calm
An ever growing
laundry list of randomized
tasks, unfinished
and unorganized.
Dragging my mind in each
of the one-thousand
directions
swishing and swirling
knocking me between the four
white, unfinished walls
until our eyes meet,
freezing the whirlwind
encompassing my being.
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Rhythms and dance-like flow come alive when read aloud. I was hooked from the opening lines. Impressive craft. Katelyn, thanks for sharing
I’ve definitely been stuck in the middle of that whirlwind. Glad you have someone to calm the winds. Thanks for sharing!
“knocking me between the four/ white, unfinished walls” captures a familiar feeling
Captured this moment well!
I know about this . . . one definitely can welcome the CALM CLOAK to proceed with such comfort and grace . . .