Hurricane // by Nia M. (July 2020)

Inside is a hurricane
It roars and then wanes
Always there
It is there in my head
From the moment I wake
To the second I stumble to bed
And beyond I behold
The great dreary sea
With depths that infinitely unfold
I witness heaving swells of thoughts
Their crests ever-expanding
And sometimes I ponder
What is it that keeps me standing