Turbulence

I stand exposed in the open,

in the stillness, leaning

against the gusts, defiance

is the stitching woven strong

within my sails

and the eye is dark,

and the night is drenched

with fractures in my will.

I feel the sting when

currents brush against the breaks,

hoping to shatter wide,

that the wind might whistle

comforting tunes of sorrow.

and I will sway to the song,

embracing a purpose attainable.