Storms

we hide in boxes of wood and steel from elements of nature

we hide in boxes of streaming and likes from elements of ourselves

nature rages storms of wind and rain and lighting

our mind rages storms of pain and fear and absence 

the roof and walls keeping harm at bay

the flashing lights and comments keeping pain at bay

the window allows a glimpse at what is blowing outside

the window of pause allows a glimpse of what is blowing inside 

storms are inevitable - the clashing of opposites 

our storm of pain inevitable - the effect of existing as human

you cannot run from the storm

you cannot run from yourself

storms cease when they have run their course

as do the storms of human condition 

allow the storm to rage - it will pass

allow the pain to rage - it too shall pass

fighting wind and rain and lighting is futile

fighting the pain and fear is too futile

accept the storm and its cleansing 

accept your storm and its healin