I have since learned how to temper the storm that is me. On the outside at least. Inside however the wind still rages. The waves still beat with an unforgiving furry. I have not known stillness in quite some time. With stillness, peace has also been a stranger. Every day I fear that the storm I have caged will break free and show the world itβs wrath.
I bought a book whose prompt was to write about a storm.