The equlibrium that was

Wild life
wild hair
wild winds-
rage
tempers rage
when life throws a curve ball,
messes up the equilibrium that was,
and no longer exists-
no one saw,
no one said,
no one wanted-
but had not choice
stopped,
stooped to pick up the
pieces,
sweep up the mess,
mop up the tears,
they weren't wasted,
just not needed-
couldn't change anything
couldn't make a difference,
couldn't take it back-
wild life
wild hair
wild winds-
calm
down,
slowly.