In limbo

I still linger in limbo
most of the time.
Stuck in uncertainty
perpetually unsound..
but the beauty of being
always brings me back around
to see that though it all seems chaotic
and cruelly catastrophic
it's just part of a process..

The rage rises and subsides
just like that
comes and goes,
these emotions flow or build up
 so quick with no place to go
so bound to explode..
but before I blow
I begin to slow myself,
before the frustration fills
to leave me ill..
I still my mind and soul
reminding myself I have the control
to let it dissolve before it takes hold
though it's not always easy
to let it go..
the internal noise and
surrounding scenes of unrest
appear as a test
one which I fail often
 cause I always stress
and feel as if I regress
when a solution isn't so obvious..