Here comes the storm

To the tears lost in your eyes, a note if I may  

They’re not a sign of weakness, they search only to appease  

That which impels you and turn it to a breeze  

To push only their hands into your own, with a small, reassuring squeeze 

And mount you to the peace of your ocean’s confused crests.  

Dread, is nothing but a child to a mother’s breasts  

Frightened of being too old or young, wishing not to leave their nests  

Because it is portrayed everywhere as danger, your mind can only reject  

What stances over you, standing gray and somewhat stormy.  

There’s an absence; your body wishes to expulse it, your mind says inform me, it’s thorny 

Your heart wavers with such thoughts, is it danger before me, am I doing this for me?  

And what about the mouth? What if someone calls me, if they worry?  

Just like that, back in your eyelashes brush what keeps at bay the gloom.  

It’s understandable, the water is needed for the flowers to bloom  

But have you ever seen a seed spread inside a dark room?  

You’re the mother in this picture, not the newborn, can’t be forever in the womb  

Your mind’s lagoons are a sea of thought trees in an ocean of foam.  

When you walk away, or turn around, fear and courage walk together back home  

They’re two sides of a face, they have but only each other when everything else’s blown 

Even clouds carry cold whimpers, yet even when released, their touch is ever so warm  

Scream it, cry it; don’t be afraid of the storm, but love the beauty created by so called chaos 

That unfolds, just with your feelings out and beautifully poured.