Friday, April 1, 2016

Storms


Today the grief is pounding on my chest, begging to be let out for the world to see.
It is bubbling at the surface and burning away thoughts of anything else. 
It shows itself in a few tears and the gasp of a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I have to quiet it while I go out, people don't like to see tears in public.
 I feel raw and naked though, like everyone I come in contact with can see my innermost pain.
I try my best to avoid eye contact with anyone, my eyes are a clear window to my grief.

The wind whips the trees outside and I can hear waves crashing against the shore. 
The clouds are covering the sun, like the clouds of grief cover me.
The weather outside matches what I feel inside. 
It's about to storm.

I know that all I can do is hold on.
The anguish is going to try to rip me apart, like the wind tries to rip apart the trees. 
Like a tree, I will survive this storm just as I have survived in the past.
The rain and tears will cleanse everything in their path, and tomorrow will seem just a bit brighter.
The storms will pass and the feelings will fade into the background again, waiting to appear another day.




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