I must be the storm she summoned
Though she never called for me
Thunder throws her down to her knees
Defeated, drenched in my eternal downpour,
She lies in a field of rain.
“End me already,” she begs.
“Touch me. Maybe lightning could be the only spark I’ve ever felt.”
You’ll rise or fall, live or die—doesn’t matter.
Just prevail.
There’s safety if you seek it,
But either way, I’ll never truly leave you.
Listen to how my tumultuous heavens
Resonate within her soul
And with the sudden spark in her eyes
She ignited herself.
I grant her the skies:
The clouds to quench her drying thirst
And the sun to warm her back,
But she refuses.
She wishes for the freedom on the backs of the birds in the sky.
I’d rather be an eagle than a king
I’m frozen in my gilded cage
Thunder rumbling in me.
YOU ARE READING
still sinking
PoetryIf the monsters of my mind manifested into poetry, there are no greater weapons than the words I write to defeat them. We've all been through dark times so let me take you through mine.
