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A Storm Inside; A Measured Response
Lethargy is like a weight on my eyelids
as the winds of change lash my body
the sea
Is contained in my iris
The turbulent brine
Welling up; crashing down
turning my lips
Into sea-locked islands
The storm's end is abrupt
A crescendo of emotion and sound
that made a canyon of my earth
the impact so profound
The recession of the waves
carries my mind's silt away
The surface grows still
and I know I'll be okay
as the winds of change lash my body
the sea
Is contained in my iris
The turbulent brine
Welling up; crashing down
turning my lips
Into sea-locked islands
The storm's end is abrupt
A crescendo of emotion and sound
that made a canyon of my earth
the impact so profound
The recession of the waves
carries my mind's silt away
The surface grows still
and I know I'll be okay
Published 4th Mar 2020
Author's Note
This is a poem about my feelings. I hope it helps you.
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