Here I sit

Here I sit,
looking at this distraught room- boxes everywhere, my life packed away
once again.
A tear graces my cheek,
I am not sad because of what passed, but sad because this is my life.
Continuously spiraling out of control, losing my sense of home, a place to call my own.
So here I stand, more weak than the last -
and take a deep breath to help this moment pass.

The wind creeps through the window and whispers in my ear,
that everything will be OK,
perseverance is key.

Patience is a virtue I am learning to obtain, while Hope seems like a family member that is close, yet lost along the way.
I push away the feeling, of emptiness and displacement,
to only put up my front again.

Trying to let some in,
allowing them to capture my soul.
Who will prevail?
The angel that has dealt with me for so long?
I can only hope so.
Yet, the miles of another scream my name in the night...
Ode to confusion.