The Strange Vortex Poem by Anita Atina

The strange vortex
Whirls down
Concentrating darkness
At my heart

Throwing up a shadowy storm
Blurring light
Sowing doubt, fanning uncertainty
Questions growl

Deep storms rage
Uprooting milestones
Why this, I wonder, why now
And silence crows aloud

Quietly, links form
While the storm rails
Holding together the core
Waiting patiently for the eventual calm

As the vortex dissipates
Rage fading and spent
The light grows stronger
And clarity arrives, freshly balanced