The Storm is Us

Here comes the storm

The strong wind

The pouring rain

The rising sea

The deafening silence

No one is safe

Safe from the storm

But we try to fight it anyway

The fight consumes us all

It consumes our thoughts

And our actions

Until it becomes second nature

Then it consumes our habits

And finally our character

Just part of who we are

In our effort to fight the storm

We instead become it

We become

what we feared most

What those around us fear most

Then we call it progress.

We are the storm

We are the reason for

The strong wind

The pouring rain

And the rising sea

But most of all

We are the reason

For the deafening silence

For we have caused it

And yet

We call it progress