When a storm hits inside me
it is not to be contained by the walls of my timid flesh.
Violent winds send tremors
down my spine and through my extremities
with the strength of tornadoes  
that rip houses from their pastures.
Tsunamis of salt flood and sting
the shallow pools on my face  
followed by the fire of lightning
that scorches the base of my feeble chest.

A destruction so visible, no way to resist.