loving a hurricane
I am an ocean
I am rough and wild and relentless
Brutal
You do not treat me as if I am
Delicate
Sea foam spun by the quells of love
You look at me
At the beautiful chaos that is rushing from my very core
And you see the untamable beast in my head
You see the sharks teeth
and the current that will drown you and swallow you whole
But still you hold me
Through the rain and the waves
For in me you see the quiet resolution of the tide upon the shore
The serenity that comes only after the most savage onslaught
This poem is about:
Me
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