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.