After each storm that passes, there is calm and peace.
Remarkable, an understatement - gratitude is deep.
Storms return because I walk alone -or so I think.
Each passing storm gets easier and easier.
At first thought a curse, that there isnt anyone like me.
Noone to share - but then I realise it will be worth it in the end, when it will be possible to let it out.
Kept secret, if you could know what I think and feel, what plays in my head.
No matter what I do, even in my panic at the thought of failing.
I always end up back in the same place.
The strands of destiny, intertwined with my soul.
Seeing noone like me makes me realise.
Just how lucky i am.