A storm slowly builds on the
horizon, dark and ominous,
the energy building with
each passing hour.
There is anger in those clouds,
I stand on the roof
my arms spread wide,
a wall of water rushing for me
it consumes me,
drenching me in moments,
all around me, swirling
and coaelesing
thunder and lightening are
it's voice
the rain it's tears.
And I scream,
long and loudly,
the rage of the storm swallowing
my own, the rain
masks my own tears as
they fall unchecked upon my cheeks,
the storm hides my rage,
swallows it whole and makes it it's own.
The wind picks up, blowing my hair out behind me
as the full force of the storm
batters into me,
and again I scream into it,
all my anger,
all my pain,
all my sadness,
all my hate,
all my confusion,
all my disappointment.
The storm takes it and flings it back at me,
magnifying it with it's own rage,
standing there on that roof top,
a tagret for the lightening flashing all around me
I surrender to the darkness inside of me.
I let it out and I hurl it at the unyeilding storm,
and for a moment, I push it back
and there is a calm,
before it gathers it's strenth and comes at me again,
This time, I am the unyielding one,
the one that will not bend,
that will not bow.
My darkness is apart of me, and I embrace it
for I can no longer hide from it,
and this storm, is the first witness to
this.
It sweeps past me, building up speed,
seeming almost to run from me.
The clouds part and the sun shines,
the birds sing again
and I breath deeply,
the darkness receeds.
Going back to where ever it hides in the day
only I feel it there now,
I sense it's presence,
but unlike before,
I am no longer afraid of it.
That darkness is apart of who I am,
it is something that I have accepted within
myself.
And it took a violent storm,
to make me face it.