the hurricane comes at last

i know this hurricane

we've been here before

different versions of me in different suits of skin

with some of the lies written in different colors

in hail and rain and snow

it's comforting, in a way

when it's here at least the wait is over

and i know exactly how things work here

i can look for all that's left in the whirlwind

and find my legs and arms and phone and the cup of tea

and i am calm

calm in the only way that feels permanent

because there's nothing to protect anymore and i am absolved

and i can just sit back and listen

to my mind mimicking the sounds of thunder

Author's Note

I'm not an english native speaker.