this storm is in me

the cracks of lightning are the scraping of skin as hatred strikes

the hatred gushes out of me and into others like a downpour

the pounds of thunder are the pounding of my head as i feel myself spiralling deeper than ever before

this storm is in me

i’m laying facing the window

watching glimpses of lightning, taking down tree after tree after tree in its anger

soldiers falling

and i’m just watching disaster strike

like i’m floating outside my body

watching the destruction i’m creating in my anger

each punch more destructive than the last,

pounding into the earth

this storm is in me.

my body is filled with desire,

desire for love and desire for peace

and if wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.