Standing Up

For the first time in a long time,

I knew exactly where I was.

Not lost in the shrouded fog,

Which overtook me when you left.

Not dangling from the precipice,

Where I trapped myself searching for you.

Not adrift on harsher tides,

Within my own self-doubt and regret.

Not in the darkness of my own making,

But standing tall in the light.


Author’s Note: It was extremely foggy today where I live, which must have been part of the inspiration for this. I stood up from doing something else and this just started writing itself in my head, images of challenges in nature contrasted with some feelings of loss, but ending on that resolute note.

Cloudburst

Step outside
Rain all around
Nowhere to hide
Storms surround

Water covers
Faces soak
Darkness hovers
Spirits broke

Lightning flash
Thunderous boom
Dreams smash
Fill with gloom

Clouds part
Rage through
Fresh start
Storms renew


Author note: This was inspired in part by watching one day as people at work struggled to get to their cars in the parking lot during a sudden, massive downpour. Some had some serious looks of dismay on their faces, probably that they had meetings to get to elsewhere on our compound and would now be showing up soaking wet. At the time I was also feeling kind of down, but as I jotted the first version of this down on a Post-It Note I remembered: a passing storm may seem violent, even destructive, to us but to nature it’s a form of a renewal.