I have been told sometimes

Day 7 of 31 days of poetry

Photo by Shashank Sahay on Unsplash

to talk more, loosen up, let go
what if you just stopped trying
to control everything, always?
Only God could stop this
hurricane, but I am stacking sandbags
anyways. I am putting wood over
the windows, I am using all my nails
I am waiting until it’s safe to
come out, but it is never safe
and there is never an out.
calm down, relax
If someone held your palm
to a flame…