I'm dizzy. Yet, I cannot move at all. Nothing really makes sense.
I'm falling. Yet, my feet are firmly planted. My mind and body are playing tricks.
I'm crying. But, only on the inside. I don't know why I can't show the emotion.
I'm living. Or, is this my personal Hell? I cannot be sure, but I know I'm torn.
I'm moving on. But, occasionally think of it all. Was any of it even real?
I stand. On both feet and very tall. It's all much clearer now that you're gone.
I'm found. Yet, I was truly never lost. And now the strength to turn my cheek has finally been brought out.