Break In the Storm

It's scarey and curvey and twisty and turny this carnivale ride in my head one minute up and the next minute down in all the confusion my soul soul starts to drown is it my fault is it even real to higher powers i appeal is this a storm that's inside my head or between the lines a story unsaid so often i feel a boot made a steel stomping and crushing me down a teasing light twinkeling bright redemption hung just out of reach the ties that binde hold me steady until the day that i am ready to face a question so ancient and old could it possibley be the one holding me back..... is ME?