I'm stuck in the storm
of angry grey, blue winds.
they engulf me,
invite me,
to stay in the mess of it.
but I don't want to stay.
that wind, I have been stuck
for ages,
I can never seem to find my way out.
that swirling storm,
it sends out feelings
of self hate,
depression,
insecurities,
sadness,
numbness.
I try my hardest to get out of the storm,
into the eye
where I can find peace
and love
for myself.
but the moment I set foot
into the eye of the storm-
and experience just one moment of stillness,
I am pulled back
into the overwhelming
storm of sadness
once again.
