Change

I watch as my spirit floats above my body. Scattered into a million pieces that have transformed into a storm cloud of debris and ash.

It feels like I’ve swallowed an earthquake and I can’t stop the shaking inside.

I feel intense vibrations rise from my spine in an attempt to awaken my motionless heart, as I seek to find shelter.

Only there’s no place to hide from yourself. The destruction is after all of your own creation.

The quake begins to settle, just as the anticipation of the aftershock starts to build.

My body becomes tense fueled by my heightened sense of awareness.

I can hear whispering words of reassurance telling me that this is where I belong. Yet, it doesn’t feel that way at all.

I long for a home that only exists in my heart, but it’s now buried underneath the rubble.

I wonder if I’ll fall into the deep fissures that were formed when my world first imploded. Or perhaps I’ll just get to digging.