tempest seas

there is fear in being perceived and fixing the problems of others feels better than the emotions swollen beneath my breast i do not ride the tempest seas that are my very own. a sword i shall carry into fights to protect others and leave my doorstep unswept cobwebs in the corners and i am fearful now, spinning when gentle hands take my face and tell me that it's okay. that i spend too much time fixing problems from others when i deserve that love and care too.