The Storms Beneath My Skin
What is this that I feel inside of me;
So nebulous;
Unwilling to be seen.
It floats about within me.
Sometimes I feel it here or there;
Moving and building inside my heart until I feel that I’m about to burst.
Anger flashes sharp and swift,
It swells in my throat as it fights to cascade past my lips.
It erupts, bellowing like thunder.
Pain blazes through me.
Pain!
So much pain!
Pain because of a past that never was,
All because of pain that should have never been.
You have told me to close my eyes,
And bite my tongue.
You have told me to turn away,
And forget.
But it is here.
It remains within me.
And to this day storms still build beneath my skin,
Because I carry the weight of all your sins.
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