Inside’s silence no longer binds.
Open, unfold to capture
Raindrops: bounce, open hands bloom.
Genuflect upwards, Dufresne style:
Violent weather inviting change,
Cleansing fear into willing earth.
The eye’s storm, silence dead
Lost in hale of water’s wash.

Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020