The skies are grey
I feel them beaconing, roaring, screaming.
The pain they feel, the agony.
In a flash, they start to cry.
Wailing in pain so intense all other senses are dwarfed by the desperation .
The tears run down, hard on my skin down my face.
Blinding me, disabling me in my spot.
i want to move out of the rain, out of the pain, thunder, anger.
No!
I will not lay here and die.
Another flash, another yell, another scream.
The sky is dying, as so am i.
I lift up my head, i look sky wards, feel the comfort the sky is with me.
I will not lose, not dispear, I will carry on, love again.
You will not break me, change me, beat me into submission
I feel you disappearing, not having the same sting on my face when you hit me.
The cool sting, the old pain is no more.
That is it, the rain is over, the Storm is through.
I have done it, fell in love again, began to live again.
