A poem from yesterday:
The storm
CG 5/21/18
As the storm rolls in
In this hot, almost summer, day
It matches my mood.
Grumbling with thunder
Pressure pressing down on the chest
Oppressive stillness
Knowing that the damn is about to burst
Be it with an air cleansing rain
Or a mighty downpour of tears
Bursting forth
Like mad lighting,
Righteous anger,
In response to more children dying,
False friends and vision without the vote.
The wind whips the rain
Sideways
Like my hormones
Pushing my emotions.
People want to think
it's an over reaction.
A hysterical, dramatic response.
Truth tells
It's the everyday build up
of little indignities
that accumulate in a catastrophic
explosion of emotion.
Wishing you a Stillpoint,
Christine
