If there’s a calamity

I’m most afraid of:

It is all these hurricanes

Swirling inside me

My tears are heavy rains

And thunderstorm

Flooding my lungs

It’s hard to breathe

My thoughts are wildfires

That ignite at ungodly hour

Burning my heart and soul

It’s hard to think

My blood and veins

Are the fault lines

That make my whole body

Shake with anxiety

I am the drought

A coarse woody debris

Soon scattered to ashes

Dispersed in the wind

I am my own personal hazard

The disaster and the casualty

I cannot brave this

Storm inside me

Please save me

MARK 5:36


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