By Louisa Perry-Picciotto, TIWP Student

Rain splatters on the cheeks, 

tossed from the compacted space,

disregarded between the eyes. 

Droplets gravitate towards 

the shaking platform 

which is holding onto 

the calm of the ocean waves

that are spurred on by every drop 

to the point that they terrify 

the oncoming storm. 

Dry lands watch the island 

being sunk by the waves. 

The storm cowers

as the rain 

pours,

floods,

sinks

into the psyche, 

churning the outflow of words 

into cries for help

behind the words 

“I am fine.”