darkness and storms

This insufferable lack of ease
Spinning in my mind
And over my face; jaw locked tight
Anger just below ready to ignite
All masking this despair I feel
This darkness of inadequacy
This hatred of self
My body sits so tightly
Expecting attack
Ready to advance upon my own heart
What can be done in the face of such energy?
Yet still, I wait for the storms to pass
I linger with the ever explosive-
Inside the darkness I am quietly waiting
For the sun to shine
So I can bury my dead and heal my injured
And smile once again

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