In a Storm

I live in a storm
The storm has made me an amputee
I was once whole and now I will never be again
I can recall the sound of two heartbeats
I once had three within me, now my own beats so loudly
Its trying to make up for the lack of heart beats

I was once more than I will ever be again
I used to know something
I used to feel full of potential
There was once a more substantial purpose I believed in
But now I can't see too far in front of me because tears blur my view

If I could lay all of this down I am not sure I would
I cannot let go
There are unwritten things that can only be understood when you go through the door of the storm

Images of life before this storm appear in lights
They show me the past but I don't really remember
If not for these flashes of light I could believe I didn't exist before the storm

If you would only cause the storm to calm
If you would just say to it "peace"
Then I know I could survive