Step back from this mess
turn toward the sunshine.
The storm only exists in the pounding of your head
and the beating of your heart.
You’re stronger than you think,
but the door will slam if you give up.
The mind conquers the muscles.
Closing the door and blinding yourself
is like driving in the rain with no windshield wipers.
You can’t let the splintered water take control.
You can only dive deeper and haul your way back to shore.
Toes in the sand and heart on your sleeve
I’ll never belittle your emotions.
The peace of the ocean and the calm of the night
can only rope in silky seaweed to brush against your ankles
as you screech in surprise and begin to laugh at the silly fear.
Pain is not your only option, it’s never an option.
The world offers so much more than what you’re feeling now.
And although I am you and you is me
I am finally at a self proclaimed peace.
I was waiting for life to come together
and with good time the sun does shine
but only I could bear the weather.
The door is ricocheting off its hinges,
the splintering wood could only hurt me if
I try to close it.
Oddly enough the door slams shut on its own
And I don’t have the power to suppress it.
I didn’t see the storms coming from afar
with no expectation of the door closing and
no window in sight,
I’m stuck in this shoe box for a room
Only to realize this shoe box is my mind.
The clutter blocks the windows
and the hurricane creates a buzzing in my eardrum
wrapping around my skull like a vine of thorns
that continues to grow tighter as the storm gets worse.
The rush of the ocean blinds me
as the blue flames burn me
and the calm has turned to a boiling rage.
I’ve only just begun to fear what nature started
trying to survive the treacherous waist high sea
filled with splintered wood that was once the door.
Thinking it would bring me freedom
only to make its way up to my neck
threatening to take me under.