Drama King

A blinding storm is at my feet clouds hustle and bustle for me to greet with cool and calm and steely eyes a vacant stare no fear here. Someone steps in i turn them back i don't need help to beat this back. What could you do for me?

i muster all my certainty and step in front to take the whipping wind and shouts from below. i stand tall and brave and sure. i beat the clouds back with sheer will without a blink my eye is still they look at me at my great skill. What did you do for me?

The storm subsides iv’e beat it back i’m now alone with myself no wind or clouds to beat back just myself again and not a cloud. I falter with the wind so calm nothing to be so sure of it makes me misunderstood a garbled shout. I wilt back into the crowd i don’t stand out no orders left for me to shout. What does it say of me?

My voice no longer is so loud i’ve never been on the deck so long with no clouds it twists and turns me all around no longer sure in the crowd. i try and speak and a squeak comes out. i listen though and all  i hear is what i speak when the skies are not clear. What could i do for me?


I see the others on the deck they all are sure that we wont wreck. They all take turns to guide the way and I join in I have some sway and when it's back to me around I speak even stronger, no clouds around until we all, we speak the same and all of us we have our say and I now know that without the storm that I can, I can be heard be understood, without the clouds. Without the storm, I understand, I know what they did for me.