I leave behind debris
of a silent hurricane.
The pain I held inside me
The screams disguised as sighs
now litter these streets
in the plights of fallen trees.
Gaping, yawning holes shouting why
and street signs, bent out of shape
pointing at the sky.
As if blaming the clouds in spite.
That rage tore away at my atoms
and scattered them into dust.
I was just a husk,
a fragile shell of mistrust.
No love. No hope. No worth.
I combined with the clouds
and rained down from above.
The crowds wailed,
as hailstones of my internalised moans
clattered the ground.
A rhythmic pounding sound, an unearthly groan.
The imaginary shadows grew deeper
I sunk into their dull interior,
where they taught me.
The thoughts caught in my throat,
didn't need to be cut free.
I didn't need to bleed to be me.
All of the insecurities I used to feed on,
I just needed to air them, share them,
in stories of imaginary dragons.
The pain within grew wings,
scaly reptile skin
that took to the winds,
looking down on a world
and realising that strain was universal.
We all have our own dragons
surging through our veins,
urging to take to the air.
Our Internalized pains.
See the beauty.
No need to destroy,
destruction breeds insanity,
I seed the fields with joy.
So unreal when instead of hurt
we rain down love. So much hope to feel.
So, take my heart
in liquid state, and bathe away
the stains, straining the hate
you wish to cleanse away.
Hate it's just a misguided trait.
Thanks for reading
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