I FEEL

I FEEL
like my head is weighed down by 1 ton of rough ugly rocks,
sitting on the sea bed and refusing to budge even a little bit.

I FEEL
overwhelmed and lost,
like a huge wave crashed onto me,
leaving a piece of slimy sea weed on my dishevelled head.

I FEEL
like I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,
bobbing around the salty seawater,
surprisingly afloat but choking on the sudden gushes into my mouth from time to time.

I FEEL
like I’m supposed to get my bearing straight,
but I’m just too tired right now to readjust my inner sails,
to decide should I do this first or drop that now.

BUT I FEEL
an inner peace.
A quiet but comforting force within me,
telling me that because I’m writing,
whatever it may be,
everything will take shape,
things will straighten out,
as long as I enjoy everything I do.