The Storm

My thoughts are restless winds,
whirling faster than my breath can follow.
Clouds gather, heavy and low,
and I fear I will be swallowed whole.

Yet storms are not forever.
Even thunder grows tired,
and when silence returns,
I find myself still standing.

"These poems are dedicated to the strength it takes to keep going, and to the voices that deserve to be heard. May they bring comfort and connection."