PREPARING FOR THE STORM

I'm not ready to share
what I have to give,
like drizzling rain,
an occasional shower,
without the power
of the storm,
like a cloudy sky
even though it's
warm, the sun's
rays can not shine
at the moment.

What I have is
mine to develop,
understand and
arrange, all the
disjointed bits of
strange rhyme
that over time
come together.

So now, just
like the weather,
my outbursts
come and go,
some of them
I show to family,
or a friend,
not knowing
if they are
the beginning
or the end
of an idea
I am still yet
to see clearly.

One thing I find
as I unravel my
mind and delve
into my inner core,
it's finding out who
my people were
before they made
me is helping me
to see who I am,
see where I
need to be.

All these
connections,
coincidences,
synchronicities
make the puzzle
so much fun,
unearthing each
one makes me
feel renewed.

Like collecting
the treasures from
a map, without
ever seeing it,
or knowing where
the treasure is
until you stumble
across it, or
it reveals itself.

Morganpoet