waiting out a storm

one came back, the other gone.
one continues, the other ends.
outside, there is a certain peace.
inside, a storm is raging.

forces of nature are pulling,
tugging, me out of my skin.
the ties that bind remain taut
and tight, strong enough
to fasten me to my world of normalcy.

there is no time i do not think of this -
i am afraid i will always remember this
phenomenon.