Cloudy Skies

I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos.
I’m a visitor within my own mind—lost.
My thoughts are shoved into files,
but they all become piles.
Exploding from the seams–
Dripping onto the ridged floor, nothing important to be seen.

I’m trying to grasp onto the loose ends of my life,
Bundling them together like a kite.
It’s trying to fly away—I need to hold on tight.

Winding through the hallow halls within my head,
Drowned by dread.
But the collection of color swirls overhead–
Yellow, orange, and red.
Even in the gray windy sky,
The kite flies.

How does it stay in the air?
Why won’t it tear?

The wind kicks–
The kite twists.
The wind whips–
The kite lifts.

Upward force, upward motion,
Unaffected by all the commotion.
It finds its rhythm;
I’m shadowed by its wisdom.