Windy Words Within

A silent storm rages on in my head winds whisking into a symbolic swirl. Though all alone, I lie here in my bed spinning wound up words twisted till they twirl. Peel off outer layers, see deep inside emotive notions, stringy streaks in strips. Peer into that space where one cannot hide - stealth secrets shredded into bits of blips. Joyfulness whistles by too quick to snatch pondering the trip to the Pearly Gate. Calmness lies so still, way too low to catch crawling, creaking under this heavy weight. These tortured torrents that may make me miss - once settled down they turn to inner bliss. 102 words 14 lines Sonnet 2024