Neither alive nor dead,
I am lost in my head.
Trapped among the trees,
nestled in the weeds.
On a path of earth and rain,
revisited again and again.
Inside the fog, beneath the sea,
caught up in their whispered plea.
I am drifting, shifting.
sands of time, sifting.
I am the pull of the current,
the cold of the snow.
I am neither where I've been,
or where I want to go.
A complicated reflection
of this woman that I see,
welcome to the quiet storm of me.
K.E.C
aka Deo Volente
10.02.2026
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