downpour

No sleep. My mind racing 100 mph. The lump in my throat growing bigger. The knot in my stomach is rising and soon will meet the lump in my throat and cut off my breathing all together.  Heart pounding, head throbbing, eyes refusing to close. Loud claps of thunder fill the room so that there is little space left for anything else. Then it comes...the sound of heavy rain soaking the ground and easing my spirit. Lulling me into sleep and rest and hope for tomorrow.

just one...

 

A tiny trace

The smallest hint

A gossamer allusion

To what was before

 Sends her in swift retreat

To the murky recesses

Of the corner closet

Cradled in shadows

Wrapped in a mantle

Of moonlight

That trickles through

The window and

Presses into the cracks

And crevices filling

The dark sanctuary

With a glimmer of light

Which she grasps

With both hands

As the floor falls

Beneath her and

She floats into the

Starless night sky…