Whirlwind – A Poem

There is a

                                Whirlwind

inside of me. It often

Storms and

Rages

within.

When I’m unable to let it out,

I find that it erupts,

filling the air with white ash

when I open my mouth,

my words burned to nothing

when they touch the air.

Other times,

It is a torrent water of that

f

a

l

l

s

from my eyes.

They drop like small jewels

and I’m struck by their warmth

when the water runs so cold within.

And yet it is also a bright and beautiful

Light

that shines when I put pen to paper

or when I put brush to canvas

and let my spirit speak out loud.