The whistling winds whirl
around me as I am caught
in a festering tornado
with poor manners
and a boorish attitude.
I am peacemaker, ombudsman, confidante
the keeper of secrets, some of my own
hidden in dusty shadows
with many riddles brimming
from those with more twists
and turns than Dorothy’s journey
into the depths of Oz.
I am tossed into the fire, caught
in the swirl, the mystic haze
enveloping me like a boa
about to ring the life
from my useless body.
I awaken, no longer able to discount
the emotions that flood
my here-and-now existence;
as I listen to the flow of feelings
mollified, silenced,
strumming to rhythms in my heart,
thoughts illuminate, sooth
toxic lacerations and resurrect
fortified truths that salvage
and protect from disjointed
people who mean no intentional harm.
It is time to relish in today,
exonerate past misfortunes
and celebrate future successes
as I smile inwardly
acknowledging that I have come home.
