Storm

Her thoughts were like the clouds rolling in.

Much like a Summer squall,

Coming in quick without any forewarning.

The waves hitting the shoreline in ever heavier rhythmic succession.

The sand was dancing in swirls along the beach.

Her mind was cluttered, and the panic was setting in.

There hadn’t been any time to sound the alarm.

Things that had at once seemed so effortless and light,

Were now fiercely daunting.

Thoughts were consuming her brain.

What should she do? Where should she go? What should she be?

The questions boomed like thunder. 

The air was thick, almost suffocating.

The pressure bearing down on her.

The waves were rising.

She stood there, taking it all in.

Looking out at the sky for some guidance.

The center of the storm would either bring perfect clarity or utter chaos.