The middle.

Thunder, fire, earthquake, rain,
welling up inside my brain.
My earth is shaking,
sweet mother quaking,
lost in blinded daze.
Trepid light approaches.
Inner light encroaches.
Sun gleams fresh rays.
Lost sight of better days.
Hope dances, flickers.
Chains slipped from solace shackle.
Lumber fires life and crackle.
A fleeting warmth. An impermanent calm.
A moments relief reconciled my qualm.
Come to from a sober high.
Vermin vile botfly.
Torrential pandemonium.
Emotional plutonium.
My isotopes' unstable.
When will I be able,
To find my middle?
First second