head mess | poetry

| the rain doesnt mean it |

i know a girl who was afraid of storms. she cries and cries when the thunder clapped its loud hands together, dooming her little mind. she would cries and cries when the lightning flashed its monstrous self, baring it's teeth and growling so low. she trembles and whimpers, for she is so very afraid.

i want to tell her not to be afraid.

i want to tell her that the rain doesn't mean to hurt her feelings, it only wishes to soothe your mind. that the thunder doesn't mean to frighten her, it only wishes to awaken her senses.

i want to tell her everything is okay, that she will wake up tomorrow morning and she will live her life after the storm.

no.

i want to tell myself it's okay.

i don't want to be afraid of the storms.

somebody tell me that it is okay, that i will wake up tomorrow morning. that i will live through the storm. because right now, they have power over me. the rain and the thunder and the lightning have their heavy hands upon my chest, and i wish i could convince myself that it was okay.

but, oh god, it's so loud and I can't hear a thing. boom boom boom. somebody hold me, somebody cover my ears, somebody turn off the sound, somebody wake the sun.

somebody make it stop.

i don't want to be afraid of the storms.

[r.k.]