I am whirlpools of emotion,
Weathering the riptides on stoic shores,
The lines of my face creasing ever so slightly,
With the rocking of the waves.
I am hailstones on rocky shores,
For no small tragedy,
Can ever force the rain,
Torrents of teardrops held in check,
By force of will – the eye of the storm perennial.
All is locked within my ocean.
My seas are steady.
Whirlpool.
