Tsunami

The wind molests my face,

My legs, my hands, my eyes

Just when I thought 

That I stopped allowing the weather

To dictate my mental state

It rapes me

And it feels like a flashback 

Trauma

I want to cry

I want to scream

And rage

And watch everything I know

Blow away 

Into oblivion 

But then I recall

How just a few months ago,

Maybe only two,

That I wished for this exact moment

I wished for a time

When the wind would blow

And not burn my face

Not freeze my sinuses

Not crack my lips

And I wished for the time

When my hands would stop bleeding

And my skin could be exposed,

Even only an inch of it.

And I remember 

How even though I wished

For warmer days,

I did not equate warmer

With better. 

I did not allow Winter

To penetrate my bones

And turn my heart

Into a block of ice. 

Inside of me

Is far stronger

Than any gale force winds.

It takes much more than a

Tsunami

To rip me apart. 

And I will not

Will. Not. 

Allow this molestation

To break me.

I am so much more

Than the weather.