All hidden from myself,
But falling out in unexpected ways.
Uncertainty, feelings stumbling around
Trying to be heard.
Where did they come from?
What are they trying to say?
It’s a mystery with lingering emotional fallout
that sprinkles over everything like ugly confetti.
Not happy, but perplexing, annoying.
Causing an inner unexplained anxiety without a safety valve to release the overflow.
The wave carries me along and I don’t resist.
Sometimes it’s easier to lay in it and ride the current to see where it goes.
But the end is just as confusing as the beginning.
There is no explanation, no purpose, no resolution.
Just the remnants of unexplained wisps of moody voices fading away.
Vague memories of melancholy, sadness and despair
turning into transitional vaporous mists of the new day coming.
11/9/2016 Esther York