A poem of survival
Thunder heralds
the tempest’s arrival
There is no eluding
the impending turmoil
Lightning shots snap
Glaring x-rays blaze
illuminating the scourges
of storms gone by
Currents caught in a perpetual loop
Static sparks sizzle and singe
The needling cocoon
your only shelter
Bellowing winds howl
Bringing you to your knees
Cat o’ nine tails gusts
flail at your sins
Wildly biting
Frost relentlessly nips
Staccato hail pelts
hammer your heart
With cold, callous blood
the icy assault persists
numbing you to the bone
begetting amnesia
Flashbacks surge
Contentment is forgotten
Comfort hushed
to nebulous whispers
Grifters of tranquility
tempests are transient
Abandoning their onslaught
once depleted
Fragile and fatigued
Will your wounds take root?
Lesions hemorrhage and
nourish stagnation?
Or will your scars stoke resilience?
Cultivate your resolve?
Deem yourself worthy
To endure
To survive
Drained of their tears
Their grey weight dispersed
Clouds adorn the indigo sky
Alabaster luster glistens
the promise of hope
Previously published in Being Known @Medium.com
