At the tender age of 15 walking through a storm
The rain fell on my shirt, this was an unusual form
The wind tried to take me out
But instead, it made me shout
Screamed but the wind covered my mouth
This scream brought me south
In a downward spiral
Wondered why I deserved death
Because of the hate, I had for the storm
Why storm did you tug on my shirt?
Why was it so cold during this storm?
Why hurricane did you try to take me out?
Fierce was this storm that raged in me
Anger caused my death that day.
At 15 years old the rest of me perished
Before that was life's definition of a calm before the storm
I laughed hysterically at the thought
Calm is turbulence and turbulence is thunder
The turbulence started one year before
Why storm did you harm me?
You tried to break me, but instead, I broke myself
And that's when I began to build my wall
To protect my all, and protect those around me
One by one the blocks started to form...🌹
To be continued
2 comments:
Storms can cause catastrophic damage. Sometimes the walls we build in response become cages. And they fail to protect us or those we love because we carry that storm within. Hopefully you are releasing the clouds through words! Many blessings on your journey ahead.
Thank you for these words 🌹Yes day by day I'm choosing to be present and tear down the walls through forgiveness, understanding, and giving grace to myself first. 🌹
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