There is a place
Where goes the shaken mind
When the rain lets up
And hurricanes unwind
It is not normality,
No longer catastrophe,
But a deceiving swatch of gray.
This mind claims residence
Too often for preference
Peace and pain equally reticent;
In any direction is hesitance.
Does it hurt? Does it burn?
Would it matter either way?
The mind has yet to learn
And so it simply stays.

Tantalizing place
Too solitary for...