To Be Still
The world spins around me in a way that I cannot stop
Like a whirlwind of stinging sand whipping in the wind
Life circles in a predicament as I investigate ongoing
Racing with facts as if evidence can cure all of this
I truly lost normalcy, simplicity and sights around me
Wildlife has changed, health has brought more things
I live in a country that has lost fair, legitimate justice
While stuck in a toxic home, with limited recourse
I write to keep on going, between all the other work
It's useless asking why this is happening , there are no answers
I fight, I move forward, in days of analyzation for solutions
I pray, I hope and I try with no clear direction to find yet
May this never fall upon others, beyond those already
May there be a resolution that will calm the spinning
One day, when it will once again feel great to be still
Heidi Sands
7/3/23
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment