Is it peace that I am at last feeling?
That is so unfamiliar that it feels like
The world is ending?
I rouse myself for church in
Another town my family isn't fond of
Bake my own breakfast and
Sip a coffee staring out the windowed porch
I don't know how I got here
I never quieted the storms in my brain
I never left the ghosts that follow me around
But somehow in the quiet
I find that I am not afraid of them
I find that maybe I am stronger
Than the girl I remember
Frantic on the upward side
Of the spiral into madness