The storm rises -
dark clouds swirling
lightning flashing
waves pounding -
barely contained, inside
my rib cage
"Patience," I say.
"Peace." As I,
with all my will,
clamp down on the storm,
and force it
to submit
Today, today, today,
the image of stillness
sitting, safe, responsible,
while the storm rattles
incessantly
at its chains
We are cocooned,
waiting to emerge
at last, at last,
blinking
from our homes
into a post-apocalyptic world
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