The rain

Day 7

Sitting here as the fan blows thru my hair looking out the window to see the rain pore as the feelings pore from inside me… watching the thunder in the sky as I think of every bad thing that’s hit me..

I could feel it in my chest the growing eerie of my pain.. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t inside my body maybe a butterfly then maybe I could nestle in an cocoon but then I’d feel trapped like I Usually do.. I wish I could go into the ground and come out to feel cleansed with my feelings cleansed with the things that anger my spirit like a worm comes out to the rain to get clean…

I wish I could voice how I feel..let my voice be as powerful as a lightening bolting from the sky! I wish my voice could be as powerful as Martin Luther kings Jr.  maybe I’d feel heard maybe they would close their mouths and open their ears… I wish I could stand my ground with how I feel like Rosa parks sat on her seat in that bus.

I wish I could fall to the ground like raindrops fall from the sky and letting everything inside me become undone letting how I feel become unleashed letting what I say become heard like a lightning bolt from the clouded sky.