Elements at Work

What seems to get lost in all of this mess
Is the love that's buried down deep in my chest.

Dirt just keeps piling on-
Diverting our focus from the true issues of what has gone wrong.
I work so hard to sweep the slate clean,
But a "question-filled" man is how often I am seen.

The fires that you see on the outside
Are not reflective of the turmoil on the inside.
Inside I melt and turn to water.
My tears may be your best indication
That despite my demeanor what I want is our salvation.

I gasp and struggle to take another breath
For fear what I expel may be the last air of "us" that is left.

So I fight the elements that surround my heart
Protecting a love before it totally falls apart.
Knowing underneath there is much to recover
Hoping the elements won't negate what we still can discover.