Calm

 

Morning comes

I wonder

What next bad thing will happen

Will things get worse?

Can they get worse?

Yes 

Yes, they can

I squeeze my eyes shut to 

Blank out the sights

Listen 

Can I hear the fabric of our

Reality ripping apart?

Yes?

Maybe?

No?

If no, I open my eyes

Try to figure how to keep fighting

Try to find the end of the thread

Untangle the skein

Bring order to chaos

Today, here

There is blue sky

Quiet

Calm

The kind of calm that 

Comes before the storm?