11-5-15  

I am a thunderstorm, slow to enter, firece to make its presence known. I dance with fury ‘cross the sky striking down shame, raising up love. I water the laughter and revive joy. My eyes see fear and anger. My heart feels the black heavy weight of depression & loss. My hands reach for the lost and hold the pain. My feet walk slowly away. Today I am your thunderstorm. I leave for you a quiet gratitude rainbow. Trust in me. I exist only for you.

© Michelle Routhieaux 2015