Thunderstorm

“There’s a thunderstorm inside my heart,
So out of the blue, it surprised me with its start –
The lightning mercilessly pulls me apart
As my already broken pieces are torn from my broken heart.

Rage sometimes comes to the surface,
Storming out of my sea only to make me nervous,
Proclaiming I’m not doing a very good job
At living life behind stifled sobs.

An eager part of me is always looking for signs,
Screaming, achingly, take me to Paradise,
Looking forward to something nice
To come out of life, after so much sacrifice.

It is the air in my lungs that reminds me
I can take hold of all my many storms,
So I thank rage for reminding me I’m still alive as it returns
Back to my sea where my will still burns…”

Ana