- May 16, 2004
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thunder clouds. Forecast rain for the past 4 months. And counting. awaiting any potential of sunshine. rays... or even jus wishing the soil would harden. that my soul would harden... so stress would seem to flood everything. thunder clouds. tropic thunder... the kind that stays for months not days... overwhelming, inconclusive, storms. out of the blue but yet destiny planned roadblocks. weather meant to stall some dreams of coming true, but cannot take away the hope. for the future is promising... the sun will one day shine.
yet despair. my vision is blurred from the rain pouring from my eyes. my storm seems to never end. my drought comes from swollen temples and over thought solutions. my drought brings confusion. yet the rain brings solemn. in life clarity means breaking branches. clearing the forest. uprooting live stock. moving farms. changing crop. all while seasons change. people lie. and money grows low. when the rain seems to have never came. it now pours as does my pain.
compliments of the heavens, attempting to cherish these weary days. aiming that high will soon become low and easier. and one day mine. bent on knees from weakness to stand only keeps me closer to her. mother earth. maybe she will calm the waters. calm my spirit. living in a circle of solitude. my writing hasn’t even been able to capture this feeling. but friends and family believe....and it’s still raining.
every night I slowly turn in my sleep. to sounds of crackles on the window... cracks of stress on my back. repetitive circumstances. it’s me. must be. I must have danced this rain here. praying for the secret to sunshine. the tool to have safe tactic be me. and things to iron themselves out... and the rain to clear. a recipe for getting up when all else tells u otherwise. and your rain isn’t the same...like the worlds tropic thunders. my pours with my pain. constant.
dark circles. black writings. unusual for a depth seeking love desiring me. awaiting the words and letters that will eventually help me thru the storm. pull me thru the weather. and get me back to visions of clear sky. cloudy but promising days. back to me.
