All I have let myself know is the storm,
Never trusting times of gentle breezes.
Prepare and stare in terror is my norm
Life is too strange when emotion eases.
Railing against the hurricane fear,
Facing the winds with cold and steely eye,
Perplexed that the skies would never clear,
The storm only lifts when I stare down the I.
Heartfelt gentle words made thunder above,
Love of fear transformed into fear of love.