The Storm

This day I wasted on the past

Though I swore no more looking back

The scars are screaming memories

Reliving stories painfully


I am a stone with rain pouring down

I feel alone, on shifting ground

Fragile, a chisel would shatter me

But the breaking would not set me free


A closed off thought has found a gate

I go from tears, to fear, to hate

Why this valley, why at this time?

I see now why some choose to live blind


There is a storm beneath my chest

Its darkness tendrils with unrest

Nor did I see it closing in fast

I pray, let it roar swiftly past

Jamie Bagley