Something like rain
Rain is like a reminder of something. A reminder that droughts can resolved, but floods can occur. Rain is like pain, in some sort of way. Pain waits, until your bear your soul, to stir. And you react something like how rain musters up a small shower to keep the dehydration at bay.
So you use the fraction of dignity and strength you have to cage your demons back up, but you never kill them. And it's because you're afraid of hurting your demons. Because you loved them, but they condemned you. But, no, they were not really demons, they were those who you loved, but they left you dreaming.
And no matter how many times you were pushed down. No matter how many times you cried. You refused to let them drown. And they refused to save your life.
And they refused to believe that they caused you pain. Because they thought they were perfect. But they were really something like rain. They gave you neglect. Until the very last moment.
And it was almost like your memories, How they buried themselves far away. And left your thoughts empty. And enticed your heart to fray.
Your mind tore at the seams And your midnight heart no-longer became your refuge because the nightmares you lived seeped into your dreams And so started a horrible deluge
all your headache and distress bore red ribbon of restraint onto your wrists and you found a heartbreak's desire to finally rest your head to rest your body and fall into something that didn't exist because the weight of your mind and bones were like paralyzing bricks of lead
so the pitter-patter on the windows became restless but cleansing
Your soul was awash with relief and trust
You opened your fingers curled around a mirror
And you covered the cracks with bandaids and acceptance
You dug your feet into the sand and stood your ground
No matter how many waves knocked you down, you kept standing
You kept your heart high and tears in your eyes because you knew
You knew if you didnt try that you'd let your lungs fill with water
You'd let your throat burn and your demons out from their cage
You knew
You wouldn't even hold your breath
At least that's what you might have done when you were younger
Because now
Now you stand on higher ground
There is no sand, only stone
Only a firm foundation of a rocky cliff
Only safety and truth, only you and your band aid mirror and your red ribbons worn around your neck because they no longer held you back
Only your disappearing demons that no longer tortured you
And yes, there may be some left, but by god will you let them control you
By god will you let them climb up your cliff from their home on the sand
You, you and your demons
You may have your battles but this is no longer a war
Because the rain had ceased
The rain has ceased and now you know, that this was never something like rain
This was just something like the storm before sunny day
