An Angry Swarm

The freedom of flight
My world has been turning quickly.
The spinning wheels make me dizzy.
Events of my life fly around me wildly.
They are like bees in an angry swarm.

I tried to regain my balance today.
After a few steps, I found a center.
Then the bees gradually faded away.
The swarm turned into a yellow, honeyed vapor.

I’ve never been here before.
The former visions were like a horrible dream.
Even awake, I could not escape my fear.
I talk to my Lord and ask for level ground.

Now I am not dizzy and my world turns slowly.
I may be confused at times, but I move forward.
If I can’t sleep, I will try to rest quietly.
I find balance as I say honest prayers.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Brent

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, poet and maker.
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