Where Worlds Collide

Years of unwept tears welling up inside of me,
torrenting as a hurricane, a violent sea.
When the high pressure with within my body collides with this low, quiet and sweet...peace,
I almost cannot handle it, for the storm erupting within me did not know its strength
in its naturally chaotic environment.
I want to pour out rain for my heart has reached the point of condensation;
microscopic cares coalescing to form drops from the clouds that have been hovering.
I want to release lightning for the energy withing me is exploding, bolting for freedom.
I want to release thunder, to applaud the work of God as He demonstrates that He loves me violently and vehemently.
I find rest in the eye of the storm, knowing here I can see clearly-not around me, but vertically~
gazing into the Eyes of "the one my heart loves,"
For He is setting my heart free.