She wished her tears could fall as gently as the rain.
Her eyes are almost always sunny, sometimes partly cloudy
But they never rain.
They may sprinkle for a moment but nothing more
Her emotions take over like a category five hurricane
They come in gently in then all at once.
There's a moment in the middle the eye
Where everything is safe and calm for a moment
And that's when she's in therapy.
She feels safe and calm in between four walls,
They're not just any four walls,
They're non judging walls,
they're be herself walls,
They're it's okay to be vulnerable walls,
And most importantly stable walls.
No matter what she brings in between then
They're not going to fall or fail
They'll support and her help shelter her from the storm that's raging outside.
They won't fall fall and crumble and create more chaos
But instead they help her heal and strengthen.
This calm eye of the storm comes once a week in between mostly storms and a few times of sunshine
This oasis is her salvation
For without it she would be lost
Or eve dead.