by Michelle Seyner17 Oct 2017
I frantically lock all the doors
but I cannot lock the things inside
I run across my freezing floors
and cannot find a place to hide
and in me swells the rising tide
I fracture, fray, and shatter
and in this uphill, vicious fight
I cling to those who matter
and I am rattled to the core
I scream but cannot make a sound
I count myself to a safer shore
I count, I count, I count, I count
I huddle in the petrified light,
I tell myself to BREATHE -
and I try, I try to not lose sight
of that the storm becomes a breeze.
15 October 2017.
Michelle Seyner.