Caged Storm
Dark clouds are the first to arrive,
making the world seem gray.
I watch as they blanket the sky.
I wonder if they’ll stay.
My mind is fogged and thoughts are blurred
when the clouds move inside.
I know what is in store for me,
yet have nowhere to hide.
After the first strike of lightning,
the rain begins to fall.
I know I’m at it's mercy now.
There’s no more time to stall.
I watch myself start to break down
as lightning strikes once more.
When tears start falling thick and fast
I know it’s a lost war.
Thunder claps echo through my head,
but I just let them rage.
My brain turns to a stormy cloud
locked in a keyless cage.
Body aching as the storm churns,
I seem to choke on air.
My breathing is sharp, piercing my
lungs. Nothing can compare.
I let the clouds engulf me whole,
knowing they cannot tame.
Another day I lose myself
with no one else to blame.
Thunder cracks once more as I lie
in the midst of it all.
I let the storm beat down on me,
my body feeling small.
Thoughts begin to mimic the clouds,
turning my mind cold, gray.
Soft tears continue down my face,
a graceful rain ballet.
I know I can’t break through the storm.
I know I can’t be free.
How does one change something that is
impossible to see?