There once was a storm
It was bleak and bitter, unable to take a shape
Drowning happiness with wind and rain
Only after a bit of time, did the storm seem to unwind
But, alas the damage was done.
For there was nowhere to run,
For how do you hide from a storm, if it’s not in the sky?
Instead, the wrestling storm was in the body and mind
A stomach that whirls, and mind that spins and twirls
While legs and hands shake, the heart seems to race
For what is there to do but wait, until the storm wains
The destruction in its path, a sign of the storm’s wrath
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
How do you predict a storm of the inside?