The Storm Of Life

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

That’s the storm of my life,

Teardrops that fall precariously like the rain.

Every time I think I’m ready to move along,

The tears fall like a drizzle in spring,

Sometimes though,

They’re like a storm that traps me inside,

 With nowhere to go,

I wish they’d stop.

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

They start once again when I’m alone,

I hate being alone because then,

I’m haunted with nowhere to go.

Now my storm’s flooded the river,

And I fear it might burst.

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

Here they go again,

Like raindrops hitting a tin can

Through a hole in the ceiling.

That’s how it feels sometimes,

My heart.

Because they took my ability to trust,

To believe there’s good in the world.

Do you know what it feels like to live in a world

Where you only believe in good if you see it?

There’s no illusions, no dreams,

No happy endings,

Nothing to the imagination,

That’s all farfetched.

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

Here we go again,

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

I’m so numb I can’t even feel the pain.

It isn’t until they fall,

That I realize the waterfall upon my face.

And the whole in my heart aches to be closed,

But how?

I’ve tried and tried,

Repeatedly, does it work?

No, I’m still me.

Am I really here?

I don’t even know.

All I’ve ever felt was fear,

Drip, drop, drip, drop,

I think this storm is finally letting up,

The sunshine is my warmth,

The clear skies will be my haven.

How I long to be enveloped

In the warmth that is joy.

How I want to fill that void,

But even when I move on from here,

I’ll always welcome the rain.

For we need to endure the pain

To be strong.

It is not finding a way out,

That is wrong.

For we have to be courageous

To achieve what we want.

But most important of all,

We must learn to dance in the rain,

And rise from the pain.