All these hours of buildup All these minute of unease All these seconds of wondering Where I've let myself be taken By a tenaciously tumultuous breeze. In just a few hours my foundation may collapse In a few minutes my thoughts may swirl In a few seconds my life could be flipped Back around in retreat against The very tide I thought was leading to a pearl. Or I may awake in several hours to a self much stronger In several minutes my worst fears could become hope In several seconds I might float along A cloud mixed of peace and anticipation As the season change teaches me a new trope. --Written by Sandy Heights Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/7901455-7901455/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3516697">jakov zadro</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3516697">Pixabay</a>