Clouds
Storm clouds behind my eyes are winter-cold gray,
ready to let down all reserves and stream
in unending torrents. What holds them back?
Self-preservation. I must maintain
control, hold everything together
or risk losing all semblance of self.
I long to let go and float in the warmth of tears
held back for so many years but I fear I may drown
in the welcoming depths and never resurface.
Helen E. Cooper, 2nd Revised 2022