The Storm

I opened a box
which let all this shit out,
and now I can’t contain it.
It’s overflowing, overwhelming.
I’m sinking into myself,
and I can’t seem to find a way out.

Misery loves company.
But when you’re miserable,
you know no one actually wants to be in your company—
so it’s all a bit fucked up.

I can keep doing this for a while—
walking around
with this smile painted on my face.
But I’m fucking drowning.

Can’t breathe.
Fucking choked with it all.
Can’t think.
I want to scream. But
the noise is
trapped.

Then—silence.
Like underwater.
The noise between my ears
soothes me, like waves.
There’s warm sun on my body.
There are gulls.
There is warmth and there is air.
The arms that hold me are
air.