the passing storm

the tide is turning
     waves are building
          higher with each day
     a build up of
          tension
               stress
          until all is
               drowning
                    sinking
                         suffocating
               overcome by
                    obligations
                         responsibilities
                              a task list so long
                                   its a novel
                    so many things
                         so many pills
                              so many, many things and pills
                                   all piling up so high
                                        so high
                                             so very, very high

and
crashing
smashing
down

     ’til I’m left
     just afloat
     on top of the swell
     treading water like hell
     to keep up my head
     so my face can tell lies
     about ‘everything’s fine’

and then later

in your arms
the dam bursts
no lies only truth
and there will be tears
many tears falling fast
’til the beat of your heart
and the warmth of your love
sooth my life-battered soul
into calmness and peace
as sleep forgives all
till the morning