the calm and the storm

[metaphorliteral]

It's peace that lets you know you've been disturbed;
it's calm that lets you know the storm is coming.
Without comfort, you can't know you're perturbed,
without ease you can't feel the pain that's numbing.
Don't trust the stillness: it will never last,
although you cling to it with trembling fingers.
All too soon, what's good will be what's past,
for chaos and regret are all that lingers.
Enjoy the peace, but please don't be mistaken,
don't think that it will last beyond the day.
Don't rely on calm: you'll be forsaken.
Can't you see the storm is here to stay?
You can trust in pain and cloudy skies,
for sweetness, light, and sunshine are all lies.