Storms

They’re like storms.

Out of nowhere,

the Dark clouds

Loom

when just a 

Moment before,

All was

Still.

They’re like storms.

Blocking out the 

Light,

Thunder and 

Lighting 

Crashing down,

Splintering,

Suffocating.

They’re like storms.

I am like a storm.

Inside,

I am choked and 

Battered and 

Broken,

All by my own

Storm.