Storm

I like the rainy days – it is the perfect weather to curl up, drink coffee and enjoy a good book. But once in a while, being alone on a rainy weather can become lonesome. And unwanted feelings and memories tend to resurface. And during the typhoon, I had the worst luck to be reminded of one hurtful conversation that I cannot completely erase from my mind. So, I did what I always do. I opened my notebook and wrote down this poem.

There’s something about the storm

That seems to break open the dam

Within the fortress of my mind

Bringing forth forgotten memories

And the wind sings a mournful song

Full of melancholy and sorrow

As the thunder clouds swells upon the horizon

So does the emotions buried deep

Rolling out in waves and waves

Until my eyes can hold back no longer

The tears as powerful as rain

Gushing out and flooding my world

As I recall every painful moment

I’ve tried to discard from my memory

There’s something about the gloomy weather

That brings out the worst of myself

And I stare at the winds raging outside

As I struggle with the brewing storm within

My heart that is tired of holding back everything

And my tears continue to flow

Sobs as loud as thunder, screaming out of me

Letting out all the frustrations and doubts

Walled up inside, hidden behind my fragile peace

So, I rage along the rain and winds

And when the storm breaks, the sun will shine

The calmness of the world will seep into me

The darkness, once again, contained inside

And I will smile.