Turmoil

Micro-essay about trying to find peace

I feel the unnecessary balance between rage and deep breaths.

It’s not something I intended to construct within my own mind.

It grew like from the muddy waters of defective expectations and withered up dreams.

I stand with fire in one hand ready to throw it at a moments notice in despair.

I also stand with air in the other hand unsuccessfully holding out for slivers of space.

This balance will never be delicate for either fire or breath can never co-exist.

It has to be one or the other - pain or pardon.