Widdershins

Another day passes in this new life I never asked for.  

Sometimes I can’t get out of bed and others feel stronger than before. 

Middle of the night or a bright sunny day. 

Fairly sure I could care less either way.

Tears flow freely in the most inappropriate times.

Why was I so dense to not have seen the signs.

Dreams and nightmares blur into one.

Praying for a day where more than a moment of peace comes.

Small slivers of hope, occasionally, do begin.

Then engulfed in flames, life goes widdershins again.