Bleeding veins
and reverberating pains
through the heart and mind.
A whisper of doubt,
and the howling of the wind.
There's never a break
in the wake
of my fucked up mind.
Or the emotions that
Strike.
Caress.
Stab.
Sting.
Burn.

Seconds pass,
and hours drag.
It's like trudging through mud in a bog
that's littered with fog:
No stable steps and no vision ahead.
The uncertainty is an agent of catastrophe
and a slow-moving poison that wreaks
havoc on the essence of your soul.

A hurricane of the deadliest kind.
Where the waves crash,
and the memories drown.
When the apologies wither into dust,
that the wind steals with salty air.
Where the damage is to the foundation,
and not just the surface.

Crack.

Everything suddenly breaks.
The lightning is bold and furious,
striking the people you love.
The wind screams with unjust,
covering the ears of those who want to listen.
The waves are ruthless,
penetrating the cracks,
making them worse.
And worse.
And worse.
Worse worse worse.

A hurricane.
Natural but always the villain.
Because do we ever ask how the weather feels?
Do you ever ask how I feel?
Do you care about my soft heart
and feeble mind?
Or do I deserve to be stuck in the storm forever?

It never ends,
but it never holds me back.
And where the people I love lack,
I make up for with my heart.
Strong.
Boundless.
Passionate.
Empathetic.
Brave.
A fucking hurricane.