The Storm That Strangles Poem by Kristin Schanbacher

Driving me down,
the rain starts to pound
gathering round
in pools on the ground
I'm afraid I might drown,
I'm submersed in the sound,
of my slick, sinking soul
...and the screams that surround
my striking dispair-
it lies thick in the air
and it's no longer clear,
if you're here or I'm there.
Yet this strangling storm,
somehow must keep me warm
because here I still sit
as the winds start to swarm.
let the rain sting my skin,
know the smoke soon will thin,
and will lift my chagrin,
so that I can begin
again