i used to be afraid of storm clouds and lightning strikes,
i used to hide away when the gray came along the edge of the horizon,
its gaping mouth eating the world below it;
a thunderstorm.
i used to fear the very weather that lived inside my head,
a constant brewing thunderstorm
that never left.
i'd fight with it,
pretending i was some kind of weatherman with a power to stop the incoming tragedy.

i was too slow.

and now the storm has taken all the things i thought were beautiful,
the storm swept love,
guilt,
empathy.
now i sit and feel empty,
because along with my emotions,
the storm took me.

i've been told some things about me are not right.
and i believe it.
i've been told i was not worthy of life.


and i believe it.