Silent Storms
Beautiful and pretty, all around I find,
Within, a storm rages, fully unconfined.
Kindness surrounds, a vast sea so wide,
Yet I feel submerged, forever trapped inside.
Scanning my surroundings, seeking solace in vain,
While the inner battle pounds like relentless rain.
Each minute stretches long, a century in my veins,
Sweat trickling down my brow, on the floor, I remain.
No one seems to grasp the turmoil I endure,
Unable to explain why or what for.
Tears blur my vision, as I battle my fears,
Heart racing, thoughts scattering like shattered mirrors.
Tasks left undone, procrastination has its say,
Every wrong turn etched in memories on display.
Each heart I’ve hurt, every word I’ve blurt,
In my mind, they flood, an unstoppable spurt.
In a moment, all my faults I see,
Negligent to loved ones, deaf to feline’s plea,
A flawed, uncertain version of me,
I’m the villain of my story, a fact all could agree.
As I remain motionless, the pain becomes too real,
Wrenching my heart, twisting my gut, how do I heal?
Where can I escape to, which thought can I conceal?
It’s become my forbidden sin, trailing my every zeal.
How do I voice, to the ones I’ve wronged,
Apologies lingering, the burden prolonged.
Deep within, the pain found its place,
A sorrowful echo, in my mind it paces.
-PPSM