The Squall Within

A storm within small confines, a sudden squall of frustration. Words become weapons, kicking and flailing against the unyielding world. A raw eruption, of needs unmet, of powerlessness felt. The face contorted, tears a salty flood, breath coming in ragged gasps. We watch, sometimes helpless, sometimes impatient, forgetting the bigness of their feelings. A desperate language, spoken without vocabulary, a plea for understanding. It passes, as storms do, leaving behind a fragile calm, and the quiet exhaustion of a battle fought. A reminder: beneath the noise, a small heart learning to navigate a world too large. ©bfa041825