The rough seas of my soul stir
 as I wade through
this crazy miracle called life.
The words in my mind
that I can’t let out,
for fear of losing
what’s dear to me.
Would anyone understand
what really happens inside of me?
What goes through my head
when I see the selfishness that surrounds me?
Why don’t people see?
They think they see
….they are blind.
Selective sight
 of what they want to see.
As the hurricane nears
I feel my waters begin to boil
and wonder what they will say
when my storm hits their land
and it’s their soul in turmoil.