Untitled Poem by Lisa Durrett

Storms rage within unaware of if destruction is to come.
preparations of the present and past have failed.
Unanswered questions fog perceptions of reality while clarity fights to be seen.
Emotions on high alert of protection wondering if this time will all fall.
Confusion of strength to endure overflows outlets used for relief.
my well is almost dry and actions are needed in order to survive.
drowning in frustrations unable to catch my breath for my next thought.
sneaking in and out my life laughing in my face is too much.
limb from limb stretched to limits almost beyond recognition.
what now?
conversations with myself only brings more questions and answers not wanting to be heard.
love is all I have but must be used in the right way or is it that I must use it for myself. Is this what these storms are all about? or is it just to prove how unprepared i really am. lessons repeated because failing is what i do best or is it the comfort in knowing i can start again?
failing brings the same result every time just in different situations. repeat annd rewind is the life i lead. same problems same tears same frustration, will it ever end? only when i'm ready to accept the obvious look reality in the eye know what i see is real and know all i could do has been done then i can finally be free to enjoy life.