My Raining Vicissitudes

Ominous clouds, mysterious and inviting,

I run to them, blind to their impending danger,

Hoping, waiting for the sweet sensation of water running down my face

A sensation that never comes

The sky flashes with fury, incredulity persists; I am mistaken.

Expectations give way to disappointment and heartbreak.

Rain begins to fall, like pieces of glass, piercing my skin

I attempt to cover my face, but the torrents come faster

Blood spills from the cuts, distorting my appearance

Who will recognize me now?

I am not the person I used to be.

Fear engulfs my body as hatred and lies torture reality

Uncertain of where to run, turning inward is the only escape.

my home of glass is cruelly shattered,

There is nowhere to go.

The explosion of thunder prepares to die down,

Maybe it’s over? My conscience deliberates

Hope is immediately driven out of my mind swifter than it had appeared

A second roar rips through the sky like a guttural scream

Deafening and much louder than before, it shakes my whole body

Covering my ears with my hands and closing my eyes, I wait for oblivion

Praying that shutting out the world will end the storm

Waiting and waiting, the storm in my head continues

Destroying everything I’ve loved.

Lying down, I submit to the storm and await its punishment

Accepting defeat.

Unfathomable months ensue, yet still I sleep on broken glass

As glass ceases to fall from the sky,

I rise, bloody and aggrieved, but I’ve survived

Getting to my feet, I stand

Glass biting at my feet with each step forward,

Trying to cripple me once more.

Fearless of surrender I stand up tall in triumph

Walking toward the green grass that virtuously awaits me on the horizon