In the Shade of Your Storm

You treat me hard, you treat me well—
a paradox I know too well.
Living now in the swell of your waves,
drowning sweetly in the love you gave.

Sitting in a tree, high above the mud,
hoping for rain, praying for flood,
while you watch below with a twisted grin—
your favorite pastime: watching me spin.

You kick my ass like a ritual dance,
taking your pleasure as I lose my stance.
Squat down, lean in—yeah, savor the show;
watching me crumble is your favorite flow.

Yet here I am, unraveling slow,
a threadbare heart in the storm’s cold blow.
You treat me hard, you treat me fine—
I’ll break for you, but never resign.