She watched as the waves rose,
hitting the shore with all its force,
and thought, “Not many of us choose to observe storms.”
We only listen to hear if the storm has calmed.
But we rarely listen to the storm.
We take cover.
Put on our sweaters
She thought of the storm within her.
listens to why it is there
While those around her take cover.
Put on their sweaters
before they’re swallowed deep down.
She wonders if anyone out there
will ever embrace the storm within.
Anyone who would run towards it
and not away from.
Anyone who would overcome the fear
Who would find calm
in the storm that is her.