Inner Storm

Inner storm
Hidden anxiety
Constant torturer
My sworn enemy

I have felt your winds
Batter my heart
Stirring from slumber
As soon as it gets dark

I hate that feeling
Of loss of control
As the dark clouds gather
And begin to swirl

But when I sit still
And let you do your worst
It’s then I realise
You can do me no hurt

When I carry on
And move forward regardless
You slowly dissipate
As I see that you’re harmless



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