You thought I was the breeze,
soft spoken, easy to please.
A passing cloud, no threat to the skies,
just a hidden spark beneath your smoke.
But I was thunder, cloaked in grace,
a wildfire soul behind this face.
I watched you leave, calm and composed,
you never guessed the gate had closed.
You played your game, you drew your line,
then watched to see if I would cross mine.
But I stood still, no need to chase,
I left you spinning in your place.
You thought I would break and come crying,
but I was the wind that did the flying.
While you were waiting for control,
I learned to dance with my own soul.
You missed the quake beneath my chest,
mistook my stillness for your test.
But darling, storms don't beg or plead,
we flood the earth when we are freed.
Now, I am the rain you cannot hold,
lightning so sharp and quiet cold.
You feel me now in every sky,
in every breath, in every sigh.
You lost the one who knew your truth,
who loved you raw and gave you proof.
But you chose silence, you chose pride,
So now I rage where you can’t hide.
I am the echo in your bones,
the thunder rolling through your phones.
You scroll, you watch, you never speak,
and I grow stronger every week.
You thought I would fade and just disappear,
But storms like me don’t drown in fear.
I was not numb, I was not lame,
I was the fire you could not tame.