Makeshift Calmness

candle’s flickering light
tells a shadowy story ~
on whitewashed walls,
now bathed in shades of orange.
i cling
to the steaming cup ~
my refuge
in twisted times.
while i stir and watch
liquid swirl,
i focus on the spoon,
the one true thing
in fluid turbulence;
wish for my thoughts
to take solid form
and abandon
deceitful attacks ~
haunting, to take me below.

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