So, I said I would share some more poetry. Here it is 🙂 Enjoy!! All feedback welcome.
The Weather of Life
The sky is calm,
Only a few clouds scattered around
Like cushions on a bed.
They are your thoughts,
Your troubles, your ideas.
Strewn around causing no harm.
The clouds gather
Until no blue can any longer be seen.
One mass of white.
They build and build
As no-one takes any notice,
Slowly, trouble starts to brew.
White turns to grey.
Grey turns to black and the weight increases
Until it seems the sky could fall.
Un-dealt with, not shed,
These things always end this way,
You know what’s coming next.
Lightning cuts through as something snaps,
Parting the solid black.
There is always a breaking point
When everything is just too much.
You’ve just reached it.
A sudden silence.
The burst on anger has disappeared
As suddenly as it came.
That moment of collection
Waiting for what happens next
Now the initial break has been made.
The rain falls.
The sky is crying over its fury
Knowing it was futile.
These are not tears of sadness,
Nor of pain.
These are the pent up tears of relief.
Slowly the sun peeps,
Through the clouds, once again turned white
Now they are empty.
Your thoughts don’t just go away,
They stay as long as they can
Just sometimes, they prefer to make way for blue skies.
‘Weather is a great metaphor for life – sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella.’ ~Terri Guillemets