Do you know how to contain a storm Rising there within a teacup? Do you wonder if only you close your eyes Would it disappear? If you would force your tears away, tilting your head upright Or hide in your room at night funneling your pain into a pillow — to soft to truly take it Would the storm finally stop? For you hide within the worn pages of books Reading there in the coffee shop For this world is too much And the storm bubbles over As simple strangers pass by It’s to hot to feel anything else, Too blurry to see the world clearly It rumbles in your heart like a darkening sky Lightening flashes with worry And unreleased emotions crash, ready to flood your soul Some days it’s just all too much But you take a breath Because maybe not today — or even tomorrow But someday it will be ok And while you wait for the rains to pass You sit down and take a sip And watch your storm in a teacup settle to a gentle brew