You can’t trust the weather
to keep you dry;
it has a thousand different moods
and just like you
it has to rain sometimes,
with Mother Earth’s tears
collapsing the sky
as you try
to hold the world up
and pretend everything is fine.
You survived the thunderstorm
but the lightening struck your heart;
its current blasted
through your body parts
and blew the fuse
that gave your life its spark,
leaving echoes of your former self
to search for meaning
in the grieving
of the stumbling dark.
Through what seems
like endless night
the storm will clear the way for stars;
each one is a person’s wish
that you may know
how not alone you are,
so go outside, and with your hands
pluck the stars and hold them tight
until inside your chest, warmth spreads,
and you will find
there’s sunlight.
