On the floor of the hot shower,
When the feelings are
A cyclone,
Thrashing through me.

Under a blanket,
Against a pillow.
Roaring loud,
Deathly quiet.

Feelings crash,
I drown in the North sea.
Can’t fight it,
Don’t try to fight it.

Crying alone,
When the big waves come.
Held by a loved one,
Safe and close.

A sprinkle on a plane.
A glass in the bathroom bars.
Enough to fill
Three winters of
Basement jars.

Spring the toxins from my eyes,
I can’t carry them in my
Bones anymore.
After every storm,
my eyes let flow,
I rise, ready to walk
Through battle again.