Tag: !phx

I have dealt with the crisis in my heart
Turning the crumpled paper restlessly.
I see no smoothness on its mottled face,
The creases are intrusive to my eyes.

Calmness was a memory in my mind
That my quiet room painted and hung up for me
I am jealous of it, desiring to be such stillness
Not even my tired hands could disarray the air

And the thing in my heart devours me
With a mouth full of thunder and rain
I hear nothing but the rumble of thoughts
Rising up and sticking at my throat.

I have tasted what I cannot say
I find peace in my subtle strength
To keep order of the tempest in my bones.
I have made my home in storms.