Storm

Storm
©2008
Written by: Mary Cunningham

Turbulent water
Blackened skies
Storm watch brewing
Deep inside

Gotta stay busy
Keep up the pace
There is no need to feel
Feelings I face

Tornado turning
Hurricane coming
When will I realize
It’s from me
I’m running

No longer can I hide
From the committee inside
The judge and jury
Point and sneer
At my shame and worry
And always fear

Gotta stay busy
Keep up the pace
There is no need to feel
Feelings I face

The storm has found me
Scared and weak
Do I face it and fight
Or give up in defeat…..