As the Storms Overflow

Shriveled flower.

 

The rain makes our dry dirt deep brown again

and trees drip water on my umbrella

Water rushes down the stairs and hills

Fleeing into the ocean, the roots,

the full blooming flowers bear the weight

of the water and find relief from the drought

 

Wet dirt.

 

I wonder when the rain will stop

a gust of wind blows and I stumble

Water seeps into my boots, socks drenched

My umbrella strains under the wind

I tug at the door. I am powerless

The car door slams shut trapping me outside

I yank against the weight of the fierce wind.

It gives and the dry warmth envelopes me

The rain conceals any view of the world

droplets mix with the dirt on the windshield

Opaque splashes obscure my view.

 

Thunderous ring.

 

My phone roars. It all stops. I see her face

She looks so different now, so round and sad

So far away.

My third child, My baby.

I hear her voice

Alone. Helpless.

The desperation soaks as she croaks her

Her pain rings in my ears, she sings

A song of sadness

of hopelessness

A song of pieces being scattered by the wind  

The melancholy melody seizes my heart

 

Quiet words.

 

I want to pick her up and save her

From a nasty world, that doesn’t love her

Her heart is fractured pieces falling

Drop by drop

Picking up the pieces

watching them spill out of her hand.

she plummets

Water begins to seep into her lungs

She frantically searches for the surface

She cries out

Her pieces start dissolve

Treading water, she gathers herself

Pulling herself to shore

Broken pieces drip down her body

 

Piece by piece.

 

Rain falls and flowers bloom

She smiles picking off the petals

And placing them on her skin

 

Blossoming song.

 

The rain makes our dry dirt deep brown again

My daughter continues to sing her song

The soft pink petals on her skin cover  

the jagged edges of all the pieces

She opens her arms petals fall to the ground

she stares at the sky and dares it to rain

 

She roars.