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.