the rain falls on the outlines of our dreams
refreshing what once was dry and forgotten
to awake is like another shot to the heart though
feels like a tidal wave taking over our bodies
the clouds too grey
the sun too yellow
our skin today feels as though it is made of fire
enraged by the unspoken thoughts of the unknown
the puddles form around our feet like our insecurities
growing larger as the storm proceeds
lightning
a quick jolt & brokenness falls upon the lawn
the lawn containing our hopes
now brought forth dismay
the gutters of our desires fill with the poison of our society
overflowing with scents of despair
yet everyone must be immune
for the effects are seemingly nonexistent
thunder
booming through our ear drums, yet unable to reach our brains and we become deaf to the noise
as our skies clear up we are left with bruises and scars.
our capacious dream center back up and running
finally able to dream large enough to touch the sky.
- M.M
