there are storms inside me
that no forecast could name
thunder lives beneath my ribs
lightning splits old wounds open
and whole oceans
rise behind my eyes
some days I am all turbulence
all dark skies and restless wind
the rain never seems to finish
it only finds new ways to fall
flooding the places I thought
had already drowned

and I carry the wreckage quietly
as if no one can hear
the storm still raging within me