she

was
safety
a
shelter
from
the storms
that
rage
inside
of me

she

was
church
or
more
likely
an
asylum

with her

the demons
feared
her light
the voices
stopped
the sun
still
shined
hope
sprang
eternal

but she

grew
tired
of the waves
of the sea
the
constant
battering
the
hurricane
that is
me
assaulted
her serenity
with

but
she was
a
beacon

she was
a
haven

and
then

it was quiet but the storm still raged in that sullen silence it raged and raged and raged with no voice but choking sobs that raised the water levels

and
the storm wall
crumbled

the levee
broke

now i drift

on
an ocean
of
my own
malice

missing her