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.

The Mighty Storm and A Weak Heart

The thundering grew harsher while the land gave way.

Soil cracked open and for death made way.

The might of the clouds, destruction was hell-bent.

The weakest of hearts were but heaven sent.

Turmoil took over and darkness swallowed the land,

Weak heats searched for shelter in otherwise barren sand.

Struck not just by lightening but the indifference they showed

To the sun. And the warmth of the days they ignored.

The weaker they grew the stronger was the storm.

For these hearts saw no light or even hope of a day that’s warm.

But that’s what happens when you keep your heart in the dark too long.

It succumbs to its weakness and thinks it can never be strong.

Teach your heart to believe that there’s sunshine after the rain

And that with every storm that comes its way, there’s joy after the pain.