Monday p.m.

You have caught me up within your whirlwind,
a spinning and swaying that consumes.
This turning about has made my eyes fuzzy,
my vision blurry, my thoughts tear.
You have caused my gaurds to fall...

Emotions that were once tucked away with ease,
I am finding tha "ease" has slipped away somewhere,
up and left me unexpectedly,
no note,
no "i'll be back later",
just up and left without warning.

Like a tantrum throwing child
I thrash in frustration,
in my confusion I find
myself caught in the rythmn of your whirlwind.

Soothing in its steadiness,
I forget my frustration,
I forget my childish anger,
and I rest...