zenith

no one knows
how high it goes
how low the lows neither
zenith - nadir - zenith
and I could not
tell you why there
is a pendulum swinging
from all the birds singing
to alarm bells ringing
but somehow I found
in the soft, sweet sound
of a voice that murmurs
my name
equilibrium, peace
contentment, release
better, yet also the same
not numb as before
nor still raw and aching
not quite yet whole
but no longer breaking
my hurts start to heal
when my hand he holds
and for that I'm so grateful
whatever the future unfolds