The Storm Within

Beneath the trees,
between the rain,
the sky outside,
the storm within.

The boy in me,
laughing and crying —
loud are my thoughts,
but words don't find their soul.

Days, months,
even years have known
how unworthy I felt,
how alone.

Drop by drop,
the years revealed
what familiar faces
had concealed.

I cannot say
the storm has passed.
I choose my words with care;
I keep my guard.

Yet beneath the trees,
between the rain
I let him speak —
the words he held within.