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Warm of a tear

Warm of a tear

Oct 15, 2020

Sometimes the words don't come

yet within

the storm rages over and over.

The emotions tumble over each other

seeming never to end.

I sit motionless,

watching the light fades

nothing but shadows seem to appear before me.

Swelling up around me are the clouds,

growing darker

the air becomes harder to breathe,

my heart feels as though it will explode.

Silently I scream, never hearing a sound.

Mute are the screams from within.

Where has that laughter gone,

where has those feelings of joy,

pain,

happiness

disappeared too?

How I long to capture those feelings again.

Yet, in this moment they escape me.

Why does this darkness surround me?

When does it end?

Silently I wait, for those moments to feel again.

Looking out the window I see the trees.

The limbs that are full of new life,

the leaves filling the branches.

I see the clouds as they roll across the skies,

dancing magically, aimlessly rolling

across the horizon.

I see the children playing, not a care in the world.

Their laughter, their joy, not a fear one do I see.

I long for that child to be in me again.

Silently I watch, wishing my heart was this free.

I sit and watch as the sun breaks free

from behind the clouds,

no longer held captive behind the shadows.

The warmth that pours thru my window,

the streams of that sun begin to enter my world slowly,

the sun caresses my face.

Closing my eyes I begin to feel,

it envelops my whole being.

The peace that floods thru every fiber of my being.

The light trickles across my face and silently

my tears begin to fall.

The tears streaming down my face,

slowly,

I feel the darkness slowly fade.

I begin to see in that moment

a part of me has been freed.

Emotions come flooding thru my veins,

awakening every part of me.

What I thought was lost was for a time

like that sun hidden behind that cloud.

As I had sat there silently looking out that window,

I knew in order to truly see that

which was before me,

I had only to look for that which was within me.

That which I had allowed to be hidden

by the clouds and storms of my life,

now I was able to set free.

In the warmth of my tears,

now I can see.

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