The Storm

It comes without warning Like a fierce tidal wave Rushing to swallow me up And send me to my grave. The anquish, the despair Flood into my mind I never see them coming And no help can I find. There is no safety net Life jacket, or raft To keep me from drowning In it's destructive path. There's a fight on inside A battle I'll try to win God, make my strength last To fight the demons within. For now it is dark I'm all alone out here Can't see what's coming I'm blinded by my tears. I'm treading water though No drowning tonight I'm exhausted from battle But for now I've won the fight. No one is ever aware Of the huge, ugly storm I set sail thru so often Always in perfect form. I wish I could tell all The stories of my seas But to speak them aloud Would bring me to my knees. The haunting memories Always sailing so near Come crash into me hard Leaving me broken from fear. But I do weather the storm For a day, a week, or more I may be weak and weary But I've made it to shore. My reprieve is temporary I must repair the damage For I fear another may come Just as brutal and as savage. Until then I'll fill each moment Sharing all the love within me For one day comes a shipwreck That will vanish me in the sea. ~ passionpoet4u