it is hard to tell
if i am a girl dancing in a rainstorm,
or if we are one and the same.
the thunder crashes to my heartbeat,
my scars lightning on my skin.
rain falls
and so do i.
the rain transforms the street
into a dismal forest of gray,
but i don't mind.
what is color without gray?
you need darkness
to see stars more clearly.
and there's still color-
the red of my heart
and the anger i am washing away,
the blue of the sadness
that i will no longer let surround me,
the yellow of a possible future.
the lightning flashes,
igniting and illuminating the world
in ethereal light.
i was drowning in
the water that once was under me,
but in the rain i can finally breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
