Though I stand amongst the still waters and listen,
my mind goes deep into thought and I miss the stillness.
As my body beats with different rhythms within me,
my soul becomes lost in essence of my pain.
Slowly disappearing like the sands with the tide,
my emotional and physical take places of their own.
A place where the emptiness runs ravage within,
I struggle to conquer a battle that I have not yet fought.
Is this to be the place where existence shall reside?
in a corner of darkness cold, empty and afraid.
Yet out of the darkness a new rhythm beats,
although still in thought hearing only the stillness.
Water from the tide pulls me gently with the sand,
to a more complacent place I may now begin to understand.
The beat of the rhythm becomes more completely in sync,
for the battle now dwindles to a memory in time.
Edwin