Heavy rain and thunder on a dark night.
I have issues.
I loved heavy rain,
I loved the thunder.
I loved a dark peaceful night.
But not anymore.
you ask me why,
Do i not prefer the black sky?
Or am i scared
Of the clamours
The thunders make?
I give no reply.
But a thousand of them
Are floating around my head
This time.
I was never afraid
Nor petrified.
I am only reluctant,
To the aftermath.
The aftermath:
The only thing
That terrifies me.
Cause the demons
Catch hold of me,
And here i am
Letting my words flee.
They devour;
My cast off
Pieces.
Every inch of me,
Is still breathing.
Every promise i made,
Every chance i take.
Gasping for air,
In awe;
At every warfare.
I'm not afraid,
I never was.
I'm the
Delicate
Virago.
Well built enough,
But partial.