Pisaries Creator

This is before the actual storm lands,
twisting and ripping, 
turning all the people in the path
upside down and inside out.

We are waiting for the calm to happen after the menacing
clouds move past us,
and the rotten smells disappear. 

These are the stolen moments of my past,
getting rid of them,
no longer causing me pain,
I am standing here in the stillness.

There is a new path built,
I am ready for the next opening, 
with no more wandering astray.

The guided line prevents me from burning,
but I smell smoke with no fire,
my eyes don't see the black air,
nothing seems to change.

We are not resetting anytime soon,
the continuum has not moved,
you ask is there hope still.

I don't know.