Trials and Tribulations by Fire

Finality is a strange companion you see It lets you breathe in the free air just enough to let your spirits soar, not more, not less Finality seems like a far thought, lingering at the horizon, making you seek, yearn When you reach out to reach the state, it vanishes, poof! Finality sometimes gets you into a rhythm of vacillation, uncertainty before it displays its true nature      Finality is also a full stop, not a semi colon Take a turn, stop, or rest.  Finality allows you the respite. It is after all, the End. 

Power surges and ancient cranky desktops Mice around me that refuse to scamper and stare with defiance In the mid-way house, for a week, fortnight, or maybe a month April it is, when the saga will end An outsider, persona non grata, a pariah Words words words, all mean the same The mid-way house provides succor someone said Time slipping fast from my fingers Do this do that see there see here, she said I am still, mind refuses to flit around, heart no longer anxious as earlier The mid-way house it is For as long as the state of my present being doesn’t change