The Storm

The storm is coming.
I can feel it on the edge of my mind.
The clouds of the other grow there.
Slowly moving, moving with due intent.
Shooting its lightning forks into my emotions.
It's thunder rumbles, shaking my physical being.
It's wind whispers evil thoughts into my sanity.
To play with it in the dark place that it lives.
My inner self- struggles from its grasp
Which has tried to control me again and again?
Panic attacks, heart races, and sweat runs free.
But there is no place to be safe.
I can only hang onto the "me" I believe that I am
Always fearing that I will soon disappear.
Becoming the other that desires me.
Hold on..hold on..just hold on!
Every time it seems to get longer and longer!
Wait, I can feel the storm calming.
Easing up, slowly letting me go.
I open my eyes to a blinding light.
My head aches and I cry from relief!
I am still me, all bruised and beaten.
But, what about next time?
Oh God, please help me!