The Present Storm, Darkness, & It Is, Or It Is Not

Christina Morency

“The Present storm”

Tears escaping reminding you of the rain.

Can you bear it?

A mess. Peculiar. Unfamiliar.

Puddles of feelings scattered to the unknown, it seems well intact.

Bottled up and stored away.

Put to wait for a day that seems to never come, where happiness is present.

Must be because of the wrongly wrapping.

“Darkness”

It escapes with no direction or plan.

Sees happiness ahead in the future but when?

When is the future turned into the present?

When does one know and understand it is here?

When is it enjoyable and enough? When? When?. Start.

“It is, or It is not”

Love is not as it was.

Smashed to smithereens like ashes.

It is no longer.

Hurt but without words spoken or means to express it.

Nothing more.

Nothing left to wonder.

It is not love that is loss but those you love.

It is not love that causes pain but those who inflict it.

Love that can bring happiness but only if those can truly accept it.

That it is.