As she sits, she begins to notice an echo of the distant storm in her chest. A rolling, churning, thundering mass. Eyes closed, she reaches in and sees. Like Jupiter's eye. A swirl of red, white, and yellow energy. Bright. Powerful.
She feels it reverberating in her chest, seeking exit. Ah, you again.
She sighs.
She's been protecting this storm all her life. Cradling it close. Letting loose rumbles of thunder now and then when it got too big to hold.
Hello old friend, she coos.
Upon closer inspection, she begins to feel all of the strands of the storm. Each particle of its cloudiness a moment she kept silent.
Rage she kept in there.
A song she did not sing there.
A "No" not uttered.
Each instance of her silence feeding the storm, building its power.
Sadness envelopes her. Then anger, rage, joy, ecstasy. She opens her mouth and a scream escapes. Deep, guttural, and strong. At the same moment, the skies open. Rain pours down, washing over her.
Still she sits.
Inside, the storm still churns, but it is pure. Brighter. Warmer.
She relaxes and its warmth spreads through her whole body. She feels a power tingling through her and extending around her. She is ready.
She rises and takes the first step.