All Storms Pass

Originally written on May 25, 2011.

 

it made no sense

were someone to have seen

they would have me locked up

tossed in a padded cell

shackles binding me

to the middle of the room

safe from the walls

yet there i was

in the open field

standing in the downpour

nothing wrong with that

it was the lightning

and the thunder

now that was dumb

so loud

it shook the earth

i felt the concussion

there i was

i could smell the ozone

as the electricity hummed

through the trees

the rain and thunder

deafening

as i pirouette in the grass

twirling with my arms outstretched

challenging

daring

confronting

screaming "WHY" into the sky

but nothing changed

i'm soaked to the bone

arms dropping to my side

water rushing off of me

the weight is too much

i want it to end

why is all i ask

what is the purpose

the cost is becoming more

and more each day

more than i can bare

the rain didn't wash anything away

i look to my house

it's still there

i look at my hands

i'm still here

i look to the heavens

they are still there

no running

no hiding

the rain has stopped

i heard a yell

"Are you okay."

it was my neighbor

i waved to him

"I'm fine." i said

i walked back to the house

i looked up

saw the sky was clearing

signs of blue cut through

it was just a storm

and all storms pass

this one is taking a while

but all storms pass