Thrums the bee waggle-dance in a haunt of Indian horsepaths, Or the shaking leaf one second past the strike of galloping rain / Parsimonious lightning, thrifty in its jagged stalks Against this night of heavy-hearted oaks / Then the hay-fringed bale of sleep, rolled into a valley of slowed breathing, Through parting cloud-diabolique, poison-peers the wet toadback of Autumn, Glowing moon-gristle in the bosky wolf’s beard with its wireframe of teeth.
I feel like a toffee rose petal with touches of the snapdragon blush brushing into burnt umber somehow and barely holding the weight of water droplets that have built up, piled on, drowned me from years and years of thunderstorms
and yes, the title is like that for a good reason.
Your heartbeat is caught in a thunderstorm, You run with a broken umbrella away from winds That chase you with the hopes to carry you home, And every time lightening strikes, you realize, the darkness is only a disguise
I march through a thunderstorm the same way I marched before to face my enemy, the devil.
The wind is heavy and violent trying to knock me off my feet like a bully I dealt with in school. But I stand my ground And keep marching forward as I have against them.
The sky is full of dark clouds much like OCD, depression, and PTSD looming over my head. But I know the sky will change color; a beautiful one.
I pass by people running For their homes to take shelter and wait for the heavens to have mercy so they can roam outside. All my life, I’ve been running away from my problems hiding from my enemies. I have business to take care of in this storm and I will get it done whether the light breaks the fallen sky or not. I wait for nothing and no one And I will fight anything or anyone that stands in my way.
I’m a stormbreaker.
Thunder strikes Cowards quake at its roar The sound reminds me the clap of the whip made across my back as a kid growing up. But thunder tells me To be strong and mighty as Thor’s hammer.
I’m offered an umbrella, but I’m not part of that academy. I was always shielded from the world I never took a risk. I want to live. Freely. I let the crash of rain pour on my body like a shower cleansing me of the filth I’ve sustained from today. Drenched from head to toe.
When my business is done and this storm clears, I finally rest and watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. I’m aware there will be another storm worse than the last.
People are fools believing there’s gonna be sunshine and clear skies for the rest of the week like the rest of their lives. They don’t know struggle or pain. It’s a storm approaching.
And while they will hide, cover and fear for themselves I’ll be ready to march again. Because this ain’t my first rodeo. I won’t let a storm break me.