We were not meant to be forces of nature

Typhoons storm my bones
Rock my foundations
More frequent than the tide
And my mind is lightning
And my heart is fire
And my soul is a hurricane

This is not an ode or sonnet
I am an ecosystem of destruction
Bringer of death with no rebirth
A howl of pain into the void
Echoes which shake the Universe

Fire and lightning and storming oceans
Are poetic in theory
Beautiful in song
A gripping narrative of strength and power

The reality is
Strength needs weakness
Power needs a gentle hand
My hands are iron forged in fury
I cannot hold you
I cannot calm you
I cannot love you
Although I tried, oh God I tried.