Tempest of Thought

The waves of the ocean toss and turn
the hurricane of thought tears through the sky,
yet still finds no place to rest in the endless sea.

The windsof change mix the clouds and bring the rain.
Trample, toss, torture, torment but still no relief in sight.

Dive deep down.

Beneath the surface of the storm,

Silence.

No sound to be heard on the peaceful ocean floor.
Will the strom eventually cease?
Is the peace of mind here to stay?

No air.

I return to the surface and face the storm.