(Poem #16) I am the Observer

Feelings raging through

No beginning or end

No reasons or explanation

Like the stillness in the eye of the storm

I am the observer.


Tears streaming

Shoulders shaking

A smile breaks through

Like the sun in a June morning – always present

I am the observer.


Insecurity screaming

Doubts wondering

Who am I

To me be

Yet here I am

I am the observer.


Distractions tempting

Seeking confirmation

Of existence

Like a little child, wanting to be let in

I am the observer.


Deep inside

Where nothing ever changes

Holding space

For everything

That’s where I am

I am the observer.

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