A darkness awakens within.

Something stirs inside of me.

Dark, but not evil, or bad.

Just emptiness from the past.

Peaceful, silence.

The storms my friend.

Alone, and distant, Once again.

I'm almost whole.

Drifting in and out of memories.

So hard to clear my mind.

The clouds above.

A wind. A gentle breeze.

Raindrops upon my skin.

The storm brings me peace.

By Michelle Rainey 2005