The Perfect Storm

Isn’t it ironic

That I find more peace

Within the midst of the storm

The rain coming down

The sound of my tears

Rolling down my cheek

It’s like I would rather be here

I feel the lump in my throat

And I hold it in

Like the inner me is trapped

Behind this temporary body

And only the pain

Can soothe the emptiness in my chest

So I sit in this storm

I’m alone

It’s perfect here