the wind was fierce all through my sleepless night, blowing, raging through my fractured dreams; in every one spinning wild and lost, carried helpless as an autumn leaf. and I wondered who I'd call for as I was carried out to sea, as I tumbled, dizzy, storm-tossed, I wondered who would call for me. my heart is fierce as dawn shows her sleepy eyes, aching, pulling at its ragged seams; I'll not be a little leaf that's lost, at the mercy of this vicious grief. and I know that I am fighting to reach the place I'm meant to be; since that day I found myself lost, the day that no one called for me.
