I live my life through the words I write
Riding the waves of emotional lability
makes my soul weary.
How many hours of turbulence
must I endure
before the storm passes?
Fighting against the waves
brings more exhaustion than acquiescing
but even still,
I collapse, depleted of energy, at 10 AM.
I submit to the emotional storm,
praying,
I retain enough strength to stand again
when it clears.
Lightning and thunder
alternate
sight and sound,
sight and sound,
shocking me into submissive fear
until I shatter,
and collapse.
Thunder rumbles through the ground
rolling me like water in a boiling pot.
Lightning strikes
to set me on fire,
then the thunder roars again.
Shaking
on fire.
The sky dances and screams
with lightning and thunder,
muffled by the houses and trees
I can only make out bits and pieces,
not her whole story.
Feel her anguish,
admire her vulnerability,
wait until she has said all she needs to say.
Show your own vulnerability,
come out from behind your protective walls
to meet her,
listen to her, comfort her.
I have been where you are
and I am here for you.
Scream, cry, punch,
let it all out.
I will still be here
when you start to feel better
and the storm begins to pass.
I visit a different theme park
every day it seems,
one day filled with roller coasters
and the next with gentle swings.
Today the air is warm and bright
filled with laughter, sun and cheer,
but a storm passed through a few days ago
of darkness, thunder and fear.
I never know what the weather will be
or what theme park I will attend,
but each day begins with opportunity and hope
that I shall seek to capture and defend.
Dawning Words 