Switch The Tracks Poem by Maura Herboldsheimer

The peace pervades in calm spring rains
But I myself must fight refrain
The celtic knots in stomach writhe
The only way to feel alive

The storm crusades to bring me pain
But then my thoughts return to rain
It grows around me, trembling sounds
Yet firm, my feet are to the ground

The rush of water never came
Though loss is not enough to maim
I sit, perched on this sunny shore
And plaguing doubts haunt me no more

This black abyss cannot be tamed
Yet somehow my assistance came
I opened eyes to worlds so clear
But lo! In color comes the fear

I find myself akin to fame
Though not the actress, not the dame.
The crowd stretched out before are mine
Still lone I am, will I survive?

Walk I upon these grassy plains
The sun, the sky, they feel my fame
I am myself and someone else
So simple are these moods I felt