Night storm

Dark night of the soul
the restless voyager
of memory's ocean
braces for impact,
hoping the storm will pass.
Anxiety's winds rise
eyes wide open
the bodily vessel shudders
on insomnia's wave,
hoping the storm will pass.
Cold sweat
the rain falls
tossing and turning
but the vessel is stern,
hoping the storm will pass.
In nightmare's relam 
clenching the wheel
the restless voyager 
takes command,
hoping the storm will pass.
A deep breath
the winds ease
slowly followed by more
calming the waves,
slowly the storm does pass.