each day you wonder how it will go
Will the day be nice and smooth like a calm ocean with nothing but nice slow tides or like a storm where the tides grow big and you can fall over board.
May the days be like a calm ocean.
But there are times it will become a huge storm. A storm that seems that will have no end to it.
A storm that seems to continue with no one to help you.
Am I to see someone fall?
No.
Am I to save them from their storm?
Yes and no
I am to help them from the storm it is up to them to reach out.
To take my hand...
for me to reach their hand.
I am the one who is in a storm...and at times...they are the one in the storm
I need someone who can clear the storm.
Clear the way for me and them.
My storm is my mind...my thoughts, the things in my heart, the things that others say....the heck...I can hurt them all I want...but they still can make a storm happen.
Why oh why this storm is strong to me. I can't stand against it alone.
But yet...I never am.
I always have a friend or two or more...stand by me...each and everyday.
If im caught in a storm...they always somehow stand right by me all the way threw.