My Original Works

Brainstorm

There's so much rain.

Everywhere that I turn, rain follows me to the ends of the earth. A small cloud full of moisture, taking space and blocking out the sun's rays that I yearn to feel on my skin.

There's a big storm coming.

It's been getting colder with each passing day that the drops of water pelt my skin like tiny daggers, drowning out the rest of the world around me.

How long has it been since I've seen the sun?

The mud is slick and relentless; my feet have slid out from under me more times than I'd like to count and the mushy brown color now covers my once colorful clothing.

Downpour.

The wind has picked up since I've first begun my journey to this dreadful place, though I've refused to give up on my journey to my safe place.

Is the rain falling harder?

My clothes stuck to my body with the purpose of trying to drag me down to the earth where I yearn to relax, but if I slow down, even a little, my hopes and dreams for the future are washed away with me in the sickly brown water.

Light?

At the end of the rain cloud, I can see a sunny meadow, filled with flowers of various colors, welcoming me to stay for as long as I'd like. It looks warm and inviting, comfortable and free.

That's where I yearn to be.

The wind is pulling me by the rim of my shirt, begging me to stay behind with the lonely rain, but my mind is set. I'm going to the sunshine.

My feet drag in the mud with the weight of the pressure, but the moment my foot makes contact with the soft grass of the meadow, I feel liberated.

I'm free.

I'm free.

My thoughts are robbed from me when I hear the applause of hundreds of strangers, and I am reminded once more of my situation.

"You've graduated," my mother had cheered, "you've graduated!"

I'm free.