The storm that brings the calm

the storm that brings the calm

red wells up on my arm

this is in my control

everything else is the harm

everywhere I go

people dole out advice

trying to tell me what to do

alternatives that won’t suffice

I need the release

in my own way I get it too

it may be wrong in your eyes

but I am not you

battle scars line up

my arms are full of them

they tell a story of where I’ve been

and from where the pain must stem

but I haven’t got the words

to put to the bright red scream

and I only float away

as if I’m in a dream