sometimes it’s not the world that is loud,
there’s no rain, no grey cloud,
sometimes it’s a storm inside of me,
where the wind is strong,
like a very cold breeze.
sometimes it’s the rain in my soul,
pouring emotions, telling me to let go,
sometimes it’s not the
that is loud,
it’s my inner peace
that whirls around and
has been gathering war clouds
there’s too much stress,
to many thoughts, an excess
it’s not life’s best part
there’s a storm in my heart.
there are lightning’s, even thunder,
and I feel like I’m going under
but I better calm down,
there’s no need for me to drown.
I pick myself up, piece by piece
it’s not a fight without cease
there’s no need for preoccupation,
as long as I am, my own salvation.