With arms outstretched at his sides, head resting on a pillow and eyes closed, the storm swirled around him, enveloping his entire being. He shook as the memories rushed to the surface of his soul and he knew that stopping them would be impossible. As they overtook him, he wondered if the anguish from the past would ever end. It was useless to fight them  and as the storm continued to rage, he hoped that it would be quick. He did know, however, that if he waited long enough the storm would pass. But when?

Storm