It’s like when you snap back into reality,
But it doesn’t seem real.
Like I’m singing a lullaby,
But the slightest twitch,
And I am falling,
Landing in a field,
Filled with sunshine,
And dandelions.
I have always loved dandelions,
I never saw them as a weed.
They are survivors,
They are fighters,
They are beautifully strong.
Then one day,
One breath of air,
One light gust of wind.
And they fly away free,
So very free.
I want to be like that dandelion.
To fly away free.
But it begins to rain,
The sound of drums slowly beating.
My beautiful dandelion dreams have disappeared.
The suns edges barely shine through
A great torment of billowing storm clouds,
Rising high above my head.
Endless black.
Rolling in.
The thunder is as loud as my screams.
The lightning as jagged as my thoughts.
I watch in wonder,
As the rain pours down.
Heavily,
Upon my head.
Bringing cold and wet.
But slowly releasing, and washing away,
The grime of sorrow from the pores of my skin.
But it is replaced
With a fresh sadness.
As I watch those clouds.
Endless,
And forever crying.
I want to cry for them,
Shed tears that I save to cry for others.
Never giving myself the release.
But a crash of thunder, a deep breath
