A Poem

This is a poem that I recently wrote, it's about the storm of emotional distress. I hope the message is heard and fought.

The Storm

You wait for the wind to come,

the cold creeping on you

with every shiver.

You wait for the rustling leaves,

the small distinct noises

the whisper of more to happen.

You wait for the clouds to darken,

the cracks of light disappear

into pools of gray and black.

You wait for the thunder,

as it rattles your bones

praying that it doesn't break you.

You wait for the rain,

frozen standstill in the frigid air

daring it to pull you under.

You wait for lightning,

eyes closed and soul bare

hanging onto the light.

You wait for the storm to come,

knowing there is no escape

you stay and fight.