In the bleak.

She hopes to find her way

Back to her Lost bay.

Unguaranteed of her sanity.

I wallow in my thoughts.

My head is spinning.

My mind is burning.

My eyes dripping.

I’m tussled!

I’m hassled!

I’m bustled!

I’m boggled!

Yet, I stand firm

To affirm

My existence

Not turbulence.

By Kandey Alhassan

NB: First published on 5th May, 2020 on Facebook