Headfirst into the Storm (Now With Video)

Some days you run - headfirst into the rain

the stream of stinging cold agony

against a face already filled with pain

you let it hit you between the eyes

across the brows

over the nose and mouth

like a gag worn to stop the cries from falling out

each freezing strike like the blade of a knife

cutting deep into the flesh of your life

And you let it soak you

Chilling your bones, let it saturate your clothes

until it pulls you down

a leaden weight on feet that already ache

from too much running down dead-end alleyways

Sometimes you enter the storm, trying to reach the eye, the calm

you run, you cry, letting tears join the downpour

searching in vain for a place that is less like a hurricane

more like a breeze in a summer glade

as the thunderous roar drowns the sound in your tired mind

you hit the wall

the impact of a gale force wind blowing you off track

until you can’t move forward, one step will push you all the way back

Some days the wild ferocious winds send you flailing

head in a spin from the howling, winds whistling and wailing

it hurls abuse in your face, so much hate

hits you with hail that crashes your senses

smashes down the walls built to defend us

knocks down the barriers and fences, we stand helpless

Sometimes we take a walk through the debris strewn floodplains

bruised again, by the onslaught

caught up in the downpour, the constant roar

as we beg for help to come forward

whilst sighing silently inwards

as no one comes searching, through the slate like view

a sky filled with the agony and misery, of the rains washing through

Sometimes you reach the calm...

where the sun cracks through

a silver lined sky shines down on you

you know that the calm only lasts for a brief time

but the quiet is sublime

the peace and love lift the spirits

just enough to make the oncoming storm feel like a walk in the park

not a hellish nightmare run through the dark

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.