Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
Kinda lame that here we are
in yet another winter storm
but yet here I am alone
with no one to snuggle with
when the power goes out
and I have to sleep with
fuzzy socks on because
I’m a little freeze baby.
I know that many believe that
the only one with a touch
and the ability to stop
a boat from rocking in the midst
of storms and tempests is God,
but I know that your touch
and your simple gestures
is enough to make my world stop
for just a short while
until I find my bearings again.
I’ve never been one to mind a little rain.
Everything needs a little water to grow.
It’s when the hurricanes hit that I begin to quake.
A little rain won’t hurt they say,
but what do you do when you’re drowning?
Drowning in despair, emotions, thoughts
with no idea when or why the storm had to strike now.
Maybe you’ll get some false hope
in an eye of the storm where
you’ll let yourself believe
that it can get better; it will get better
only to be hit by the other half of the storm,
far more furious than the last.
All you can do is bunker down and stay inside,
hoping that this storm won’t be your last.
But that’s hard to do when you know at the end,
when the sun decides to make a reappearance,
you’ll be faced with the devastation and despair
that came from the havoc and furry of the beast.
It’s hard to let yourself rebuild everything up
when you know that at any moment
another hurricane could strike and tear you right back down.
I’d like to believe that horrible cyclones are few and far between,
but I’m more realistic than that.
Whether I intended to or not, I have to realize
that my life has set its roots on the coastline
and I am forever destined to keep being hit
by bad hurricanes over and over
and the only way out is to either succumb
or get my shit together and move out,
but that’s a lot more strength than you’ll find
behind these batters doors .