NaPoWriMo #4

This Day

Feeling unwound,

Unraveled, out of sorts.

Unsynced, frayed, just feeling my way

Through a dark room.

Hand on the wall, inching my way around it,

Hesitant, stumbling, inching slowly.

Turn upon turn, twisting.

What to make of a day?

How to figure out which way

To pivot?

In my escape, I am on the island, waves lapping

across my feet,

Sunlight,

skies spreading out to meet the ocean,

Plenty of light.

No worries. No need.