Storms

There are storms inside of me
They come when it’s calm
When there are no winds to blow into my sails
When I can see my reflection off the surface

I drift through crowded rooms
I lock myself up from the inside
I ritualistically bang and stomp
I begin to mouth the words
It turns into a hum
Then a whisper
Then a chant
Then a cry

I draw in the storm on every inhale
It pushes and pulls me in every direction
The holes in the room join in chrous as they begin to howl
My skin starts to crack
Then shake
Then bend
Then tear

Nail by nail
The roof pulls off
Nail by nail
I form two fists
I arch my chin to the sky
Ready to drink what the clouds have harvested
Rivers form flowing down my body
My veins push through dams and my heart fills
I unlock the doors but no one is home

I am alone
And I am in love