By: Bethelhem Teame
This storm is rising.
I see the clouds darkening.
The air around me is suffocating.
I am standing but feels like drowning.
The waves inside me are surging.
The tides within are moving.
The angry winds are circling,
The first droplet of tears fell silently.
Miserably and uncontrollably.
The calm before the storm,
That shook the roots of my home.
Oh! My, what follows…
Only God knows.
When the gates of hell opened loose,
I saw the darker side ooze.
When the knot become undone,
The result was final and sudden.
A roar like a wounded beast escaped me,
It was strange to my ears; asked if this is me
I never knew I had it in me.
I saw my self depart and my life without me.
The gushing tears couldn’t be controlled,
No furry like a woman scorned, embittered.
Angered and outraged.
The droplets that escaped the gates that held them….
Flowed like a small wild river without a name.
I, on the other hand bewildered
Stood frozen and afraid
But my tears fell down anyway
Though I keep brushing them away
So I cry in defiance
My tears flow down in silence
At the helplessness of my nature
At the cruelty of all the other creatures