Storms
Holding onto
A storm is impossible
When lightning stings,
Drops falls, Clouds roll,
And it hurts to hold on
To the rain storm.
That’s what you are:
The rain storm.
You, who flashed into my life,
You, who struck in with
Nothing but a name
And I thought that maybe
Just maybe
A silly naive girl like me
could keep up with a raging storm like you.
I was wrong of course,
But you kept rolling forward
Blocking any sun
Hiding any gentleness
But still your rain was warm
And that made the lightning strike
Not once
Not twice
But every day
Every hour
Every second
And it hurt to hold on to you.
So I tried to let go but it was too late.
I was caught riding the dark clouds and nothing was okay
Because you were turning into a hurricane.
No longer were your scathing words
Directed away
Away from me and at someone else
Because now they were mine
Lightning never strikes the same place twice but that’s just wrong
Because lightning was striking me
And it hurt because I was still holding on
And I wanted to let go
But you were holding onto me too.
And holding onto
My storm is impossible too
When torrents blow,
Branches whistle, leaves fly,
And it hurts to hold onto
A wind storm.
That’s who I was:
The wind storm
I, who blew into your life,
I, who thundered in with
Nothing but a nervous smile
And you thought that maybe
Just maybe
A selfish angry girl could be calmed by a wind storm like me.
We were both wrong in the end.
We kept pushing forward
Leaving a path of destruction
With a breeze we brought them up
With the rain we tore them down
And that made the storm wild
Breaking
Taking
Shaking
The ground with our
Anger
Fear
And it hurt to hold onto each other
So we tried to let go
But that hurt us too.