sitting still
my mind is racing
questions flooding me like a hurricane
thoughts dancing, bouncing off my waves
commanding attention
ruthless and wild
loud and demanding
overwhelming
I can’t breathe
until I decide
Stop.
No, listen to me.
Stop.
The waves are powerful and strong
but so is the sun
the light
focusing on the glow makes the waves
seem weaker
quieter
calmer
no more
calming the storm
before I drown in it
