It’s not even winter yet,but my bones have beentelling me that this yearwe will see stormsthat...

It’s not even winter yet,
but my bones have been
telling me that this year
we will see storms
that seem as if
they will be able to
swallow us whole.
I’m wondering if you
will be in the eye of chaos;
wondering if you will be
the reason for the destruction.
But I’ve survived 
in this type of danger once.
And this year, I will be ready
for you to take it all away
from me again,
and I will be waiting
for you to do your worst.