The sky let out a groan;
a deep low rumble,
as if the gods,
made a sneeze
and shook my world
with each step
along my way
I stopped to look up
into the sky,
just in time to witness
a dark cloud that
rolled and hovered
above my head,
threatening to break —
it spoke of many;
of storms, of darkness,
of all things ominous
that awaits as the opportunity
beckoned them all
to crack at once,
like the gushing water that
rushed and broke the dam,
it all happened at
such lightning speed
I could not contain
except to let them
wash all over me;
a waterfall,
seemingly endless,
yet as sudden as it happened
it came to a standstill —
everything became clear,
like thoroughly cleansed glass,
and the glass was me.
Perhaps, it all has to happen
for the world to become
right all over.
Perhaps one day,
everything would become
a tale to tell —
that not every dark cloud
is meant to harm,
for some are here
to clear the path,
to remind us that
life is still beautiful and
precious moments ahead.
While the challenges seem many and the road ahead winding, keep pressing on.
Because in everything, a tale waits to be told. Even in tough times, especially tough times.
Ladies and gentlemen, here we are —
The Wild Muse, #02.
Love, Min
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That last part about some dark clouds being there to clear the path... That was everything I needed to read right now!! Thank you 🤍