I wrote this poem in November of 2022.

breathing out the past, inhaling the future
I fall into emotional stability and it’s uncomfortable
I didn’t understand or know how to live a life without chaos
because for most of my life
I danced in the fire of chaos-wildly swinging everywhere
Discordant and without direction
And now I found rhythm along with direction

Well, this is great news – a “rhythm along with direction.” What a long, interesting road it must have been for you. Glad to hear you are where you are now.
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