The Storm

The storm is raging, but the world is calm
The damage is intense but the feeling is numb
How can a whirlwind spin everything around
And yet not be able to lift you off the ground.

Take flight, O jealousy, leave me alone
Go torture one who deserves this cyclone
This disaster of a mind, this skin scrapping feeling,
You burn hopes with forest fires, unhealing.

Then when its over, take to another helpless soul
And give to him this dread of emotions untold.
For Jealousy, you are of an evil evil kind
Quit playing these unsettling games of the mind.

Behind the Veil

Behind the veil are eyes that hide whatever the veil cannot.
Behind that shadow are hope and dreams that did not grow to materialize.
Behind that veil is a woman.
Behind the veil is a human treated like a slave.
The veil stands in between the world and her beauty,
Never to be eyed or envied,
Safely kept for her own dignity.
Behind the veil is a soul wanting to feel free.
As she peers through the eye hole of her veil,
She wishes she could wear something different instead.
Like so many other her age, decorated in colors like blue yellow and red.
Behind the veil you cannot see her swelling eyes, as her books burned and her music was destroyed,
while her hands are placed in those of a man she will serve for the rest of her life.