"The Storm From Within"When my heart overloads with grief, and my eyes fill with tearsThe Heavens pour out from above...And the Storm From Within begins.  Rain showers the Earth in an attempt express my pain.What starts out as a gentle shower of perplexities...Quickly becomes a monsoon of denial and despair It is with all my power that I hold onto the liferaft of HopeFor it is with this Hope that the floods cease to drown out my soulThough my sadness lingers on, my soul braves the Storm From WithinWith Thunder claps and Lightning strikes,My heartache pounds on my mind, and shocks my world into oblivionThis storm is the Tempest of my Life, a Storm From Within my heart.Like Caliban, I am a slave within my own world.I have no choice but to stay and ride out the wake of my own fears.In time  I have come to understand the forces behind this storm.The piercing winds are sharp like the memories of my pastThe whisping thoughts of yesterday flash before my eyes,And plague my mind even still.The lands torn apart from its wake of destructionRepresent the many paths in life I've walked uponThese of which are paths less traveled by other men.The Thunder rolls, with the rhythms of my heartIt cries out on war drums, the anguish of my soulIt cries out for peace... and acceptance.And the Lightning, setting the lands ablaze,Is the fire I hold within my soul.It is the flame of passion that I keep for you. Yet there is one force unaccounted for.  The Eye of my storm....The Ray of Light that brings peace to all corners of my life.She is none other than the Princess of my Heart,The Keeper of the keys, and the Passion of my SoulShe need only speak to my heart,To make the rains cease, the thunder roll away, and the lightning shine onto her beauty.It is this constant force that I would submit my life to,If only I knew how to keep her for myself.But until that day, I will battle the tides of the stormHolding on to Hope and praying to reach her comfort once again.Such is the everlasting quest of a love struck soulBattling the ways of the world To reach out and express himself to the one he lovesIn hopes of hearing something more than silence Should he ever find his way back to the heart of the storm~The resting place of his joy.