you are wind.

forming tornadoes that whirl around faster than I can keep up

as i allow it to sweep up my emotions, leaving it to spiral up into the air

blood rapidly rushing through my veins, pumping into my fragile heart.

and i become awfully delicate, 

and so weightless that even a minor gust of wind sweeps me off my feet

it is all too much.

but then things begin to change.

the sun shines out and the winds gradually die of exhaustion

your calm breeze begins to sway my soul as I stand motionless in the eye of it all

things are starting to feel okay again

and I become serene;

in peace with myself

but then the heart of the storm comes.

a cluster of dark clouds hover over me, creating shadows of only what is left of me

the wind picks up and the tornado encircles my body, grasping and dragging me along

and then leaving me to crash back down onto the hard, cold pavement 

and I become damaged

every bend, every crease, every fold, every tear
you left indented on me formed scars no other storm could.

I ask myself if it was worth it, worth putting myself through so much pain just because I was afraid of losing you, afraid of being alone again, afraid of being unsure of the future.

but following the midst of it all, I became stronger.
now capable of facing any natural disaster coming my way

and that made the journey worth it.