Storms

My mind is filled with all the things I've yet to do
And all the things that need to be done
And the chaos of it all surrounds me
Until the level of noise drives me to distraction
So I burst out with some small accomplishment,
Like bailing my boat with a thimble
I am tossed around the storms of my own thoughts
Lost.

There are so many words damned up inside
My thoughts have become incomprehensible
And when I tell you that I'm struggling a bit right now,
I mean that I am
Drowning.

I've become so certain that I am screaming
And so sure this is a broken whisper
And I don't know where to go with this anymore
I mean that I am almost
Gone.

Lost. Hidden. Missing.
While walking around and
Folding the laundry
Mowing the lawn
Cooking dinner
Pouring milk
Weeping dye eyed
Screaming and whispering and holding on
For all that this is worth it
Or will be, if I can find the way out.

In my heart I believe there is a way
I've seen it before when the skies were clear
And the storms forgiving
And I don't know how long
All of you can wait for me
But I pray that it is forever
Or that you'll go on without me
Finding your own way so that I am free and bound.