Turmoil

Watching the moon,

As it rises above the sea,

The quietness, the calmness,

Contrasting with the storm rising inside.

Watching the still water,

Not even the slightest ripple

Stirs the still surface,

As the night continues on.

Inside my heart,

A storm is forming,

Slow but powerful,

Swirling around feeding of my pain.

Coldness washes over my body,

Despite the warm air,

As the storm rises deep inside,

Taking apart all in its path.

The clear, warm feeling inside me,

Changing into a cold cloud of dread,

Sweeping aside my joy,

Turning it into sorrow.

The moonlight, a silhouette,

Becoming an anchor from this chaos,

Spreading some tendrils of hope,

Caressing me like a lost love.

Speaking to my inner voice,

Soothing to the wound,

Gently touching my heart,

With a soft kiss, promises it'll be alright.