Week 10 – August Rainbows

August Rainbows

I should remember, 

Life is only a summer storm.

The heat and the fire and the wind come quickly,

And if one can stand the rain – 

It is cool and quiet and peace, 

On the other side. 

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Week 9 – This Too Shall Pass

This Too Shall Pass

This week I am a hurricane, a tempest, a storm,

The winds inside and the warmth of the oceans a death spiral, 

A battle nobody can win, tied to the arches of a temple, blinded and strong enough to consume. 

The rains come and fall on my broken heart, and I feel the willows of my veins sway and take the thunder. 

 

This too, shall pass. 

Week 3 – The Wolf

The Wolf

Summer storms have come back today. 

The heat mixes with the sun and the rain condenses,

Builds to a crescendo and I am almost soaked on my way to the subway.

 

So much is different since the last time I felt the salt and skies of June kiss my skin.

I remember the darkness of the gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,

That the storm never lasts and the sun will draft prisms across the air of tomorrow’s early morning.

 

The wolves outside my window are quiet in the sheets of water. 

 

Today is my day to survive. 

Day 4 – Tuesday Night, at the Laundromat

Tuesday Night, at the Laundromat

Someday, I will remember that fog in this city means rain is coming.

I walk in the dark, water runs down my skin and my glasses.

Umbrellas pass me by and I remember.

I have let the downpour cleanse my soul so many times before.

There is a power in knowing one can survive.