At One with the Storm

It is dark,
And charcoal clouds float above me.
It surrounds me,
They surround me.
It swallows me,
They swallow me.

I am in the clouds among the darkened sky.
Thunder makes the sky shudder,
Like an arctic breeze on bare skin.
Lightning cracks the sky,
Like porcelain and paints the black sky with white.

My anger,
It follows the actions of the clouds.
The rise and fall my heart makes,
As it beats in my chest that feels like cold knifes.
Blood makes my ears blaze like fire,
My veins pop out of my arms and neck.

There is no calm before the storm,
I see blood red in my fury.
I feel stiff and I feel shaken,
All this is because I am the storm.

My anger floods into the rain,
Which falls like a river into the sea.
I am crying,
Burning tears that absorb into the clouds.
Then something happens,
It snaps me back to reality.

You kneel beside me,
Your hand on my shoulder.
I calm down,
Out of my mind into reality.
You hold me with an iron-like embrace.

The clouds disappear,
You are still there next to me.
I see your eyes and I cry,
Crestfallen and ashamed at what I had become.
You still hold me,
I am not one with the storm anymore.
You are my sun when the dawn comes,
And my springtime dandelion.