These Days

It’s not about understanding the words,

It is understanding the feelings enclosed.

-S.H. about poetry

These days.
Like a storm with its residuals.
Devastation upon the circumstances.
Circumstances of knowing everything.
And then nothing at all.

The in-betweens,
Like silence so unnerving.
Filled with certain expectations.
And fear of falling short.
In-between, there’s the waiting.

And then it came.
When it has reached to the point of question.
Suddenly, there’s peaceful calm.
Like it has always been that.
It came, the answers.

It’s tough,
The confusion of going forward,
Or halting it all.
And not knowing how.
~S.H.~

Any positive quotes or words to share?