You Understand?

Stormy, they always say I’m stormy. When the clouds mount

in their slate colored suits and blot out the Sun I know the Moon will chase me

and I giggle like a mischievous child. I am alive. I will live, and I will laugh.

I don’t fear the darkness, as much as I fear that I will someday become

the shrieking opposite of Joy. Not fearful of tears; not fearful of swimming

the depths. It is just that I don’t want the box to become too small

nor the colors so permanent that they will not flow. You understand?

Do you know me? I don’t care if you do. I am content in my temperamental gaseous state

and I want the wolves to howl at the mention of my name.

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2 Responses to You Understand?

  1. Oloriel says:

    Beautiful. I like the affirmative tone and I adore the ending, it is very relatable from my side! 🙂

  2. thanks 🙂 glad you enjoyed it- your photo of the stormy sky was definitely an inspiration.

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