Swirls of sadness intrude the blackness,
As they zig and zag from one end to the other,
Hopes fill the corners and the borders,
Feeling lost,
Feeling alone,
When the swirls come home.
Trying to reach out,
Feeling like you want to shout,
Holding breath,
Counting each step
Of the road still to go.
The Dappled Odysseys 