There is a storm steadily growing with in me and with unnerving persistence it chips away at the enclosure where my demons hide.

Like massive thunder claps memories bang around my inner fortress, scattering in all directions, flawlessly painful for there are no rules in which they must abide.

Comparable to the intensity of a white hot lightning streak intrusive thoughts flash throughout my mind, I become momentarily blind from the wicked radiance continuously antagonizing me.

I use my tear stained pillow case to shelter my face from the rainfall of sadness in an attempt to forget, but I soon realize that ignored this storm simply will not be.

My spirit resembles the broken branches lying in chaos in the aftermath of a tornado, they will never be whole again but from which they came may still have a chance .

Be strong I tell myself, while in the corner I quietly quiver, you must whether this storm  and never back down, how can I convince myself when I know it is just the same old song and dance.