Hold it still

While writing this particular poem I was rather upset, yet was feeling a little content, a little excited, mingled with a little fear. I didn't know how to bundle it all up. So there's two aspects to the poem. The first is rather gloomy, dark and captures the essence of fear, pain and worry. 

The second one was written a few hours later. Although I meant it to be a Stormy mixture of excitement and fear, I couldn't put the two together. The second aspect is that of thrill, fantasy and all things 'rainbows' as it was pointed out to me by my dear sister. Hope both aspects reach out to you as they do to me.

Take one:

There's a storm inside me

And its growing each day.

How do I capture it?

Hold it still.

Bubbling with fury.

Gripping with fear. 

Bursting inside. 

Hold it still.

Too many thoughts gathering,

And answers vary so. 

Questions are in my mind

Hold it still.

Flooding with insecurity. 

Weeping with pain.

Throbbing within. 

Hold it still.

For you may try and scratch, 

The surface of it all. 

Yet moving it remains.

Hold it still!

Filling with worry. 

Gasping with care. 

Hurting below

Hold it still.

Take two:

There's a storm inside me

And its growing each day.

How do I express it?

Hold it still.

Bubbling with fantasy

Gripping with fun

Bursting inside. 

Hold it still.

Too many things gathering,

And answers vary so. 

Your thoughts are in my mind

Hold it still.

Flooding with love. 

Filling with play.

Skipping within. 

Hold it still.

For you may try and touch, 

The surface of it all. 

Yet jumping it remains.

Hold it still!

Filling with tenderness. 

Gasping with care. 

Excitement below

Hold it still.