The Healing Place

                          I am the sTorm I arrive in
                              Wind wHipped in the sideways rain
                         Rolling scrEams echo in my head like thunder

          Who am I to be in tHis space?
         Bring my storm in thE door and begin
            Deep within, upheAval; I brace
               Wet and frightfulLy damaged
             Washed up debris; I am spat from the sea
               Like a message peNt up in a bottle
              Churned and ravaGed on a jetty manmade

                 The message; my Past, thrust free
                  Rageful, afraid; aLone I must cope
Abruptly the storm does pAss; in an exhausted heap I collapse
               An unfamiliar peaCe; remembering me
     Through swollen red eyEs, spy a rainbow arise

                    Tendering healing and hope.