This marks the first day I left work-stress and lack of balance at the door.
Today was different.
The sky opened up and let out the deepest downpour–
Like the earth was saying, “It’s time to let it go…”
But I didn’t know how, so I closed my eyes
And listened as the peaceful sound of rain
Washed the stains of my memories away.
What does it mean to let go?
Nature makes it look so easy,
But my mind likes to complicate things.
I’ve let this ball of insecurity stay in the pit of my stomach
As words like “job security” and “responsibilitiy”
Weigh me down in this back pack filled with bricks and blank books.
I want to take it off, dig a hole, and tuck it away from the rest of the world,
Because no one deserves to feel the burden of that weight
Or see the damage it has caused.
Talking sounds more like listening
To bursts of thunder crackling in the distance
Filling the room with static
Until the build up in our space becomes charged with rage–
Until everything has changed–
Until our bodies become nothing but pieces of wreckage:
A chaotic explosion for the barren wasteland
Where our minds are left behind to deal with the aftermath
made by our hands.
My heart is fractured by beating fists.
Voices reach the inner workings of my body
And push me to hide–
But darkness looks a lot like fear.
I’m blindly moving through lost caverns
Fighting for an answer–
But it isn’t here.
I don’t care about the mosquitoes.
It only keeps me on my toes,
And reminds my skin to be tough
So I can live through the changes.
I don’t care about the lack of electricity.
It only keeps me close to you
And it reminds my eyes to search harder
Through the dark so I can move.
I don’t care about the heat.
It only helps me bare myself more
And it reminds my hands to stay open
So I can be true to who I am.
I don’t care about the differences.
It only shows me more ways to love you
So I can find room to understand.
I don’t care about the dark,
As long as you hold my hand.