Who I Became After You

you are wind.

 

forming tornadoes that whirl around faster than I can keep up

 

as i allow it to sweep up my emotions, leaving it to spiral up into the air

 

blood rapidly rushing through my veins, pumping into my fragile heart.

 

and i become awfully delicate

and so weightless that even a minor gust of wind sweeps me off my feet

 

 

it is all too much.

 


but then things begin to change.

 

the sun shines out and the winds gradually die of exhaustion

 

your calm breeze begins to sway my soul as I stand motionless in the eye of it all

 

things are starting to feel okay again

 

and I become serene;

in peace with myself

 


but then the heart of the storm comes.

 

a cluster of dark clouds hover over me, creating shadows of only what is left of me

 

the wind picks up and the tornado encircles my body, grasping and dragging me along

 

and then leaving me to crash back down onto the hard, cold pavement 

 

and I become damaged


every bend, every crease, every fold, every tear
you left indented on me formed scars no other storm could.

 

I ask myself if it was worth it, worth putting myself through so much pain just because I was afraid of losing you, afraid of being alone again, afraid of being unsure of the future.

 

but following the midst of it all, I became stronger.
now capable of facing any natural disaster coming my way

 

and that made the journey worth it.






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