Some Strange Turning
Oh, if only I could give name, give shape, to this twisting in my soul, but the edges elude me and the word will not touch my tongue. O my soul, O my soul, be at peace. Twist as you might, as you need, and though I do not understand, nor can I explain, here with you I will remain. O my soul, to you I will hold. This feeling is not that of darkness, for darkness I have known. No, this is different, other. Some strange turning. Perhaps it is not mine to name, at least not yet. But the same, I will remain. I will not run. I will not turn away. O my soul, you are not alone.