Feeling my fragile right now.
For every tempest that has tested my mettle, it has gotten
harder and harder to brave the outside.

        Find me burrowing deeper into my shelters
        where hopefully Earth will not also turn against me.

Never done well with surprises or being put on the spot.
Any deviation from day-to-day expectation forges opportunities
for fumbled confidence and faltering faith.

        Find me cowering in the safe space of myself 
        where there is no more space for hurting. No growing either.

Always had a weakness to getting overwhelmed and overloaded.
Haphazardly explored conversation might explode anxiety
urging imposter syndrome into putting my brain into lockdown.

        Find me there in my best isopod impersonation 
        and coax me gently back into living.

Emotional and spiritual trauma leaves scars, extra obstacles
I need to navigate in order to speak what’s truly on my heart.
Can you have the patience to wait out my process of healing?

        Then find me
        in the eye of the hurricane that bears your name.
        Show me stable shelter and you will calm these wrathful winds.