The cloud looked at me
and laughed…
at my unshed tears,
prisoners of a carcan I created.
I did not dare blink,
for I feared they might be released.
The cloud laughed louder still:
“Foolish girl with a foolish will,
cry your heart’s desire
as you laugh when the urge takes you.
Crying is a relief, it cleanses your soul,
it washes the worries, that’s their goal,
Cry for the lover that you miss
Sob over a dream you have lost,
make a song out of your drops of sea
and let them run wild and free.
They will leave neat trails behind them
and make the world clearer to see,
tears kept inside blur your view
and create a battle inside you.
They are not precious until shed.
Just like me when I am in rage,
my face darkens and I shriek in pain,
I am not my immaculate self before
I drop my load like a blessing
on all the land.
Let go your sorrow and free your mind,
lighter is the spirit and milder the fever.”
The cloud blew itself away from me,
I could hear the laughter echo.
I shrugged my shoulders at the advice,
packed my solitude in my suitcase of shattered dreams,
tucked my sobs in my chest
and walked on in my own way,
with a last look at the sky:
what do clouds know of broken hearts?
Submission Name: Raindance©
