Turbulence

Softly at first,

Followed by stormy rough,

You move again,

This time with gentle touch.

Conflicted,

I speak a soothing phrase,

And like medicine,

My heart willingly obeys.

Yelling now,

Hollow shouts that you ignore,

Rough this time,

Then back softly like before.


A/N: How about that. I usually don't write rhyming poetry. It hurts my brain. But I like this one.