There’s a storm inside me.

On the surface it’s perfectly still

Underneath I’m tearing myself apart.

My words are my only power.

I’m waiting for the devastation

Of a when a category 9 storm

Hits an iceberg.

I am sea foam

Trapped inside sea glass

Broken, ripped apart by the winds

That are twisting knives into me.

On the surface everything is still.

You could swim next to me

And the only way you would ever know

Is when the storm drags you

Under the iceberg for eternity.


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