New poem of the week/two weeks
“Writing in a storm”
The loudest sound that completely fills my eardrums is the sound of rustling trees.
The distant roar of thunder and the rising crescendo of lightning claps wash over me, clearing my senses
The pine branches scratching each other drown out the low howl of the wind surrounding us, replacing our thoughts.
The ever-darkening sky begins to change from a translucent grey to a dark charcoal; deep clouds begin to form in place of the vanishing sunlight
You’re slightly nervous, and look mildly out of place, maybe because you’re not yet in my arms.
I smile, and slowly place my arm around you, and watch as both of us relax, reassured by the content expressions shared on each of our faces
Rain drips, drips, and suddenly rushes explosively out of the drainpipe, which reminds me of my own circumstances in life.
Just like rain drops, we bond, form relationships, and face decisions.
We face challenging and stable conflicts, but how do we eventually deal with these situations?
Like rain drops, do we escape and slide down a pipe, or do we face reality and fight for resolution?
I leaned closer and pulled her close, her soft skin inviting my further touch, her beautiful eyes slightly lighting up as we turned towards each other.
I’m not running away from this one, I thought, she’s so worth fighting for.
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