The testimony of my breath

eliminates all fear of my death.

It is near impossible to see,

yet alone to be me living in my reality.

And it is while I am asleep,

that my imagination roams freely.

The chaos of norm,

and the calm during the storm.

Agonizing mental pain....

disappears within rain.

As each drop of moisture explodes against the skylight,

like bombs they are against confusion;

separation of wrong and right.

The mayhem before,

is mayhem no more.

The chaos of norm,

and the calm during the storm.

A metaphorical contradiction

is but true; nonfiction.

In my head there is no ache,

there is Earth.... but no quake.

If the sun must shine,

there will be no peace within my mind.

The chaos of norm,

and the calm during the storm.