Upheaval

Sailing, but sinking in shallow waters.

Hair undone, Shallow concerns? Still sinking.

The reason, unidentifiable.

Little did I know, shallow waters flood.

Thoughts, flooding behind stormy eyes, underneath stormy skies.

Alas!

The sail is ripped, take cover! called Reason

A defeaning silence replaced her cries, a blinding Hate, is it mine?

For me? From me? Indistinguishable.

Fear for survival, of survival? Will I survive?

The waves keep coming, the ship keeps sinking.

Inching forward, but pulled downward.

Frozen, vulnerable, I stand wide-eyed on the bow of the ship

Roaring Nature, entrancing, magnetic madness

As the waves of doubt, incessant,

slaughter the people, crying, screaming words, superficial expressions

Of the gnawing fear, but captivating awe – clouds of emotions

That strike like lightning: electrifying in one moment, electrocuting in the next

Subsiding waves, smooth sailing once again.

I stand below deck. Gone is the awe at catastrophic nature.

The fear remains.

Do I sail again?