A storm is coming
And with the rain, the storm brings
A familiar warmth, a lingering
Just there and out of reach
Practice, practice what you preach.
My hands shake, my teeth clench,
My head aches, my heart skips.
With cinder blocks instead of shoes
My nails are red but my heart is blue.
Let me lie upon your bed
A safe place for my heavy head.
No one knew what no one saw
The storm was me after all.