Recently I've been like a storm cloud.
Dark and silent, but growing stronger still.
I used to be an innocent flower,
Opening my arms towards the sky,
I accepted the rain.
Knowing it would nurture me,
Trusting it would help me survive.
But the rain betrayed me.
It came beating down, drowning me and pounding me all at once.
When the calm returned and I rose again, I was cold.
I became a cloud, ready to destroy like I'd been destroyed.
I am not beautiful and fragile
But instead graceful and strong.
This world has taught me to harden my heart.
I do not open my arms to the sky anymore,
But I sit, festering.
Boiling anger and resentment sits inside
But I refuse to release it
Because I would cause a storm so great
That no one would survive.
