The thought of you wakes me every morning. I find myself trying to say "Good morning."
The knowledge hangs in the air
Heavy and humid
And needs not lungs
To be absorbed
Just pores open
And deserving
So hungry just to feel rain.
The wind whispers through the trees
Speaking declarations of
I love you
During our first moments
Moments you were afraid to admit
That you ever said it.
And when it came
Twisting and writhing
Contorting the world
In its own thrashing guise
There came the destruction
And the sadness of loss
Of life, opportunity, potential.
So you walked away
From the ruin
From the hope
From the chances.
It takes more gumption
To turn back
To face the storm
To roil in the thunder
And let the lightning
Burn clean the soul
To ignore those that say
Turn away.
You can deny the ruin
The devastation of the storm
And walk away before
You rebuild.
But within the tragedy
Beats a heart
Fingers claw
Senses rise
And something lives.
Something is reborn.
You are nothing more than afraid
Of another storm
And it is such a petty option
Compared to where we can be.
Just turn around
Look back
Cry if you must
Just return
Rebuild.