Here I sit in my easy chair and while I continue to
Stare at these four walls, I contemplate just
Where I belong in this life, or if I even do.

While outside my window a storm rages on,
The rain streams down the window.
Just like the tears stream down my cheeks.

The wind howls and moans, just like my
emotions running out of control.
The lightning flashes, just like my memories
Of a happier past that is now long gone.

The storm intensifies both outside and inside.
When will blue skies return?
  Will the sun, shine once again?
And will the calm return? No one can tell
not even me.

How I wish I could make this storm go away.
Wait there is a way, it would not be easy.

But do I have the courage to do it?
No, I cannot choose that path.
Choosing that path would bring the storm
To too many other people. I must find another way,
So I go on another day, as the storm rages on.