True Madness

Don't fall for the calm water, for the cruel waves will come inevitably, and leave behind only the truest of destruction. They threaten far more than my life each time they return. In truth it feels like they have taken far more. No survival rate, so its a wonder how each time the chaos subsides, somehow him and I still stand. Unbroken by the beating, we find a way to pick ourselves up again, and again. But after each hit we find ourselves with less. Less to keep us fighting the blows that keep on coming. There's always fear in whether or not we will survive another, or if when the storm passes only one of us will stand. There's no choice but to trust in the power of it. It is true madness, but all we have is that moment the waves break, when we see each other, and know we're together again. If I look close enough it's not hard to see the miracle of it, rather than just the mess. But it's easy to become blind when your stuck in the eye of the storm.