READY OR NOT

There was a storm, I know.
Evil dark skies.
Reverberating thunder.
Sudden disturbing flashes.
Rain.
Hell, lots of rain.

 You were caught, weren’t you?
I watched you.
From under a tired old tree.
Meager shelter.
The wind bit me.
I shivered.
And watched you.

 You were drenched
To the soul.
Lashed upon
As u stood
Confused.
Your bewildered eyes searching
For reprieve
Protection
Shelter.
But you didn’t see any.
And you were bent over.
As hell’s fury hurt you
Broke you
Split open your heart
Tore apart your being
Cast away the fiber
Of your spirit.

I watched you then
As the angry skies dissipated
The sadistic rain lessened
The cruelty stopped.
And the benevolent sun shone through
Some embittered clouds.

You looked like a lost child
A sad, lonely, solitary being
Withered, crushed, and in pain.
I reach out to hold you
Hold you to my heart
My beaten worn-out bosom
Shush your incoherent tears
Kiss your forehead,
And that question mark,
Away.

Just look ahead
Don’t look back.
You are still alive.

Here.
Thank God you are still here.
To share it.
To grow from it.
To leave it behind.
And to live to the next torrent.
Prepared...

~Aekta~

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