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The Storm Within
Harsh breezes blow through the black clouds of my memory… Whirling through the thoughts that want to make me see. Struggling against the growing wind, I fight to reach shelter from the storm within. Random moments that now seem planned, Times I could not escape his hands. Fighting for breath, as he pinned me down, Screaming inside but not making a sound. Rancid breath and drunken rage, At every senseless turn of the page. "You are mine," he always said, When he'd sneak into my bed. Putting things where they didn't belong, Telling me lies, "No this is not wrong." I struggle to escape these thoughts in my mind, Running once more, hurdling around a corner in time. Fleeing the demons who shout out my name, Carrying with me my newly found shame. Why in God's name did I have to recall The things that happened that long ago fall? Gone from my mind for all those long years Now flooding back with a torrent of tears. The storm rages on, Thunder rips the darkened sky, I stand alone in the pouring rain, Eyes turned skyward, wondering why. My entire being drenched from the ceaseless storm Knowing never again will I be safe and warm. The remembrance will follow me where ever I go, That is the only true thing I know. ã Stormi Tuesday, September 15, 1998 "based on fiction" |
