A Storm
How fast they spin.
My emotions.
I want to reach up and touch them.
I'm afraid to loose a finger or two.
Maybe a hand.
I have to.
They need to stop.
I want to feel and talk to them again.
Or do I?
If they don't understand, how can I?
I know why.
It's a gift hidden in a deep well,
Dissolving to protect what's left.