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Starting over
I looked up, and out the window
the summer sky was bright and hazy,
the air thick as a jungle. Content,
I looked back down to my work,
sorting the coins in my piggy bank
which had finally filled to the point
where I didn't feel guilty breaking it open
to count how much I had
going for me in this life.
I looked up again, and suddenly the sky
was bleak and dark, the haze and distance
having shrouded the ingress
of the heavy grey rainclouds
which poured their weight upon the world
(as if the world didn't have
enough trouble carrying its own).
A single gasp, a half a heartbeat,
a thundercrack and my world split open.
The rain was not cleansing, it was not pure,
it was not reasonable or natural.
It blinded me, burned my eyes,
froze my hands, stung me like lead pellets
and forced me down under their weight.
The heavy drops built up like bricks,
cutting me off from all I saw,
everything I'd finally allowed myself
to believe was true substance.
They cut a swath from the very earth
which I believed was firm and solid.
I floated away, the rag doll of fate,
ripped free of all that tied me to the ground.
And I could do no more than watch,
and hope when the killing maelstrom subsided
there was even a single coin left
to build a new life.
the summer sky was bright and hazy,
the air thick as a jungle. Content,
I looked back down to my work,
sorting the coins in my piggy bank
which had finally filled to the point
where I didn't feel guilty breaking it open
to count how much I had
going for me in this life.
I looked up again, and suddenly the sky
was bleak and dark, the haze and distance
having shrouded the ingress
of the heavy grey rainclouds
which poured their weight upon the world
(as if the world didn't have
enough trouble carrying its own).
A single gasp, a half a heartbeat,
a thundercrack and my world split open.
The rain was not cleansing, it was not pure,
it was not reasonable or natural.
It blinded me, burned my eyes,
froze my hands, stung me like lead pellets
and forced me down under their weight.
The heavy drops built up like bricks,
cutting me off from all I saw,
everything I'd finally allowed myself
to believe was true substance.
They cut a swath from the very earth
which I believed was firm and solid.
I floated away, the rag doll of fate,
ripped free of all that tied me to the ground.
And I could do no more than watch,
and hope when the killing maelstrom subsided
there was even a single coin left
to build a new life.
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