It is a force not to be reckoned with
The good, the bad
All wrapped up in a temperamental daze of wind, water, sunshine, and silver sparks breaking out of the sky.
~A storm is nature


What is a storm, you ask?

It is a catastrophic thing
Breaking down whatever is in its wake
It's fierce, full of horror and asks for no forgiveness for being so bold
~A storm is emotion


What is a storm, you ask?

It is a person, standing on the brink of themselves
Looking down at all they have been
Full of fury in heart
And soul pouring out of their eyes
It is beauty and mess to behold
There is a restless calm before it
And a devastation of hope after
~A storm is irony


What is a storm, you ask?

nature
emotion
irony
~You are the storm, my darling.

I'm not sure if he knows
that often, my eyes are without mascara
and lack the soft sweep of a muted brown

Does he realise
my limbs are not long and slender
and definitely not as lean as they once were

Is he aware
that my stomach is no longer flat
or even slightly firm but rounded and fleshy

Does he know all this
because each day
he looks at me as if I am beautiful