“Thoughts on Paper”
A single drop lands
Alerting you that something is coming
The sting surprises you
A silent storm is coming
The sky darkens; your entire body feels this
The frustration builds as more drops fall
The frustration turns to helplessness
It surrounds you, the cold seeps into your bones
It is coming
The clouds are black, the wind is swirling
Churning your stomach
Making you weak
Not another storm, not now, not again
As the feelings well up inside
You sense the turbulence down to your core
You feel the rumbling in your soul
The darkness is enveloping you
Anger is now setting in
This storm is going to rage
Take cover?
There is no cover for a silent storm in one’s mind
Only frustration, helplessness and anger
Claps of thunder, the pain
Flashes, lighting the sky
Lighting the corners of your mind
Only hope and faith will clear the path
Until then, we fight the silent storm
Emotions versus the spirit
This is a battle your soul must win
Suz House 