There’s a storm outside

It rattles the shutters

I’m safe in this room

Though how my heart still stutters

 

There’s a storm outside

I’m questioning how safe these walls really are

I’ve weathered many hard rains in here

Not a single drop, nor breeze, has made it thus far

 

There’s a storm outside

It keeps me up at night, tying my stomach in knots

It howls and crashes

Putting emphasis, a crescendo, on my thoughts

 

There’s a storm outside

Wrapped with confidence in my room

Alone with these notions, unsure of what’s true

Because there’s a storm—inside too