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 The Storm
12/13/2017

 

The Storm

I sit back and watch the rain fall slowly as I write these words.
I hear the undeniable destruction as the thunder hits its victim.
I’ve decided against being a victim so I look for a place to hide,
Only to find there’s nowhere to hide.
I must now use my mind to circumvent the destruction.
While thinking of a plan, the lightning attempts to distract me.
But I instead helps me to see through the debris.
I notice an underground basement door,
So I decide to go there to get my thoughts together.
Thinking I’ve beaten the rain, I can’t help but
Notice the wet spots that splatter the page.
I look up but see no holes in the ceiling,
giving me the impression that I’m hallucinating.
While searching for an external answer
I’ve found the answer is within.
The dark clouds above are not dark clouds at all.
They are the painful yet true memories that stain my brain.
And the destruction I attempt to circumvent is
the destruction of the Texas death penalty.
The lightning that lit up the sky allowing me to see wasn’t lightning,
it was the small but very helpful knowledge that I acquired.
And the rain that slowly fell down and splattered the page,
This was the pain and frustration being released
after being repressed for so long.
These tears that run down my cheek are alive,
They scream…loneliness, betrayal, distress.
But the words that were smeared on the page by the endless tears
weren’t words at all.
They’re reflections of myself in times of need,
discomfort and anguish.
They are my painful reminders of reality,
they are windows enabling you to look deep into my mind
and heart to see me for what I am; a human.