Heart Itching, Pen Listening

Pitter Patter, swish-swoosh

Here I am wet with emotional mush

Looking for depth beyond human nature

Seeking for an escape I am not afraid to fully embrace

Pitter Patter, crack-bang

There goes the light at the end of my tunnel

Only flickering for a second, the disappearing

Leaving me to deal with the roaring BANG of my thoughts

Pitter Patter, sweeps away

All the dust I've been carrying in my heart

And leaves a moist field of soil

Waiting for my fingers to reach in and feel its cool warmth

And, GROW

Pitter Patter, all calm's the storm

Am I looking for a rainbow?

No.

I will anxiously wait until another storm comes so I can comfortably dwell in its toxic crutches

Pitter Patter, swish-swoosh

Even if the rainbow comes out in its seven-coloured glory

And the sun orangely peeks out to say goodbye before setting one last time

I will not allow her to enjoy the beauty,

All she can think about is the crack-bang that momentarily put fear into her heart

She holds on