Fuzzies And Thistles

Calm Thoughts Before A Storm - 12/6/2020

I'm sitting here in silence.
It's quiet. I'm quiet.

I've heard what some say.
It feels too coincidental.
My family is odd.
Too strong amidst our turmoil.
Many have hopes for us. What will become of the children when they grow?
What impact on the world will they have?
I've been told my future is bright.

Why is it so dark?
Drifting clouds of grey and silver.
I can see, of course I can
but why is it all dark and blurry?

I've seen no future.
When I was young, the future wasn't uncertain.
I couldn't see it, but that didn't much matter.
All thoughts of the future lie in the realm of fantasy and wishful thinking
I knew this.

I could run...
I'm just sitting here.
I hear and feel the rumbling.
It's coming.
I think

This isn't the first storm I've witnessed.
Those wistful thoughts of a future with a full family blew away with the wind of the last one.
Along with complete memories of the past and understanding of who I was.

Something's coming.
I'm so heavy...
I could run.
But I won't.
I'm here.
I'm here.
This storm's for me.
I was planted here for this.
Am I ready?
Should I be?
Something will break,
Someone will hurt.

They said we have promise.
They said we could do great things.
Small but great things.
Can I do that?
Or will I erode away...