Behind the Arena
I am not allowed to live in the world I created
Inside myself, where I am debated
No tornado or cyclone can end it
Only some parts are hidden
due to the arena’s ability to suspend it
All my emotions are my guides
and yet, also are my extremely different, conflicting sides
Publicly, some will show and some will hide
but privately, they all will coincide
I am the queen of my emotions
Because I am their focus
My mind is a life-long ride
Watching out the window
Arriving to the next state and asking “Why?”
How did I get here?
What part of my old self will appear?
Will it help me get to where I am going?
Is the road very clear or is there snowing?
Why is there snow on the ground?
Has my destiny been found?