Alan R

Will the storm win?

I hold a storm inside of me

Put on a smile, pretend to be

Fine, while trying to love you

Out of a wild belief that maybe

One day you’ll say something

And then no longer grieve

The isolating pain this brings

Maybe I still  believe that

I am worthy of being saved

From a storm, you didn’t start

But when you are around

It behaves

And sometimes I see you play

With the storm, maybe unintentionally

But I know you can make it worse

If you wanted to

Now why did I bring myself to you

While holding this storm in

I don’t know if I will make it out alive

Will the storm win?

 

-Al