A poem from yesterday:
As the storm rolls in
In this hot, almost summer, day
It matches my mood.
Grumbling with thunder
Pressure pressing down on the chest
Knowing that the damn is about to burst
Be it with an air cleansing rain
Or a mighty downpour of tears
Like mad lighting,
In response to more children dying,
False friends and vision without the vote.
The wind whips the rain
Like my hormones
Pushing my emotions.
People want to think
it's an over reaction.
A hysterical, dramatic response.
It's the everyday build up
of little indignitiesthat accumulate in a catastrophic
explosion of emotion.
Wishing you a Stillpoint,