stôrm/ a violent disturbance of the atmosphere. of my atmosphere
You are the only one I lived through. - In a sense of comfort and survival.
They warned me about you. They told me to pack my things while I was young and had time. They told me to pack light because I would need what energy I had left.
THEY TOLD ME.
but I believed you would be gentle. I knew I had done just the right amount of observing and that I had you figured out. I told them not to worry about me because I knew exactly what I was dealing with. I told them I would love you, no matter the damage. "There is nothing that cannot be fixed."
And to this day I'm still holding onto that, trying to believe it. This home I spent 22 years building and securing, is now one with the ground. My walls that I finally found the perfect shade of teal for, all red now. Standing in the middle of this ruin, no windows, no door, nowhere to hide. I have fallen into *disrepair and you meant to do it. It's in your nature and I knew it! Was it confidence or ignorance that led to my unseeing belief in you? (your ability to be tender and serene)
"The calm after the storm..." Is that what I was supposed to hope for? No, of course not. I should have known better than that because we all know