Storm clouds rolling in—
all consuming.
They dominate the sky,
like these emotions dominate me.
There’s no escape.
Lightning strikes!
straight to where old buried hurts reside.
They begin to surface under the rain.
under the tears that beat down,
exposing them completely
while eroding the old protected landscape.
It seemed to come without my choice.
Me, trying to walk through life half-conscious,
avoiding what gives life its depth, its color.
So with jolting thunder
this storm roars “No more!”
until there is no more resistance.
It succeeds
in moving out that cold front—
that layer of control once guarding everything.
Now all is calm
cleansed
quiet
tender
ready to grow anew.
And when future inclement weather arrives,
I will not fight it.
I will be like the sky—
vast, unresisting—
letting it pass across
and through me,
leaving behind only,
the quiet strength
of emotional maturity.
