Storm

Tell me to let it out, 
tell me that if i don't, 
my grief becomes a scream 
trapped inside my own depths

tell me it will become a constant cry 
in the dark 
or a sob never released,

so please,
tell me to scream, shout, cry, do it all, 
tell me to do everything i have ever needed to do

tell me to do it the way the sky does it, 

tell me to let all my thunder,
lightning,
and rain go,
tell me that i am getting cleansed, 

tell me that my storm is the only way to release all of my pain.