She was gentle,
like a breeze.
They treated her like an airstream.
No one saw the storm that was inside her head.
No one tried to prevent the hurricanes in her life.
All they did was aggravate them enough for them to turn into tsunamis.
In time, it all calmed down.
And it rained,
It was so relieving and soothing.
She smelled the rain drops fall upon the fresh soil and smiled to herself,
Lying ten feet under it,
Inside her grave..