I Have Found (the center of my storm).

little rays

give me hope 

i'm falling ever so slightly 

into the place i was meant to be. 

coughing up cobwebs 

eating the wind. 

i move along the sidelines 

nodding at the time. 

not because you tell me to 

but because that's where i've allowed myself to be. 

master of my own disasters. 

tell me where the grave goes.