The Rogue Storm
There is a presence in the wind
smells of tragedy, despair
Rustles of suppressed memory
of a land that time forgot
and a man I thought I knew
Persistent is this memory
as it bubbles, churns, rises
and is fought down
I turn my back
and the water rushes over me
What compelled this storm?
To tear my sanity away
Falling now, buried in a blanket of sorrow
Drowning in my own self pity
I cry out for love
scream for compassion
lust for comfort
But thunder rumbles and lightening flashes
all about me
The world is deaf to my pleas
and somehow I am relieved
though frustrated tears escape my eyes
and a single sob erupts forth
from parched lips
Now, as though it had never been
The wind dies
Clouds depart
The waters end
And here I stand
Alone still
as though everything is fine
With cool gaze
Unreadable visage
I turn to my friends
Family
My future
Destiny
I smile
I laugh
Perfect control of pitch
of muscle
of the light in my eyes
Perfect control
of their perception
None shall know of my pain,
or fear
the suffering
I walk with them
To the glorious setting sun
As though I am not
broken
