weather report

the morning was hysterically beautiful, a frenzied storm of crystal hail.
the drought sighs, arid doubts beading his brow.
extreme weather makes internal chaos seem small;
meteors of the mind pale to a dinosaur’s last memory,
and if i had one last second to live
i would hope for a beautiful sky.

a gracious wind holds my hair at dawn,
she braids it into waves-ribbons of freedom graze my neck.
i want to tell her it’s too cold today:
no ounce of energy could propel me past those doors,
but when she ushers me in
i let go.

to be a promise breaker,
rain on an an alleged sunny tuesday,
was never my intention but a product of false goodness for
i never wanted you to know
the aches that ruined my quiet, the lies that glossed over my tremor.
and now i’m trapped behind bars,
your face a fading memory on this cloudless july day.