The Perfect Storm and Me

One that only I can see. That’s what the perfect storm would be. It would start off with a gentle drizzle. Then soon, all the ponds are full. Flooding, and uncaring. Feeling a sense of bearing. Only I can see. Through the storm, which destroyed a tree. A perfect storm is that one I fought. The perfect storm is the one I caught. Only I. I tried… Now, I am apart. A part. Of what went astray. A storm I could have kept at bay. But will eventually go away. Clouds are now soft today. Outside the hospital. Felling a lull. Only I can see… Now that I’m free. I might go get a burger and fries. My sister and I.