i'm indeed scared
rainwater strongly hitting the window
i'm fascinated
but i'm scared
i watch the strong wind and storm through the window
dragging dark cloud of the southern sky
to the darkness in front of my soul
i'm amazed
but i'm scared
the frangipani flower fell down
amongst the spike of rain
falling down from the tree
the white flower swollen
lying hopelessly on the green grass
i'm touched
and i'm scared
i confess
i'm scared
because all i can do is watch
just watch
the short episode of the cloudy afternoon
i cannot change it
i cannot help the frangipani to stay a little longer on the tree
i cannot stop the sound of water hitting the window
i cannot help the sky to be free from the darkness
i cannot even help my self
i can only see it
i can only see it
the short episode of sad dark afternoon
because the night is falling
turning the stage into a dark silent moment
darkness that protects
darkness that sincere
silent that enlightening
silent that inspiring
silent that brought me into the world of dream
but i'm scared still......................
posted by Mama Aya @ 9:50 PM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
Wow, this is powerful. Did you write it? I'm not sure how to respond. Are you actually writing about the hard rain and how it has become dark and ominous outside? Or are the rain and darkness supposed to represent something else?
I know so many people who are afraid of thunderstorms, just because they know what can happen as a result. Yet unless it's also very, very windy, I find the rain itself and the darkness exhilarating, and I love standing on the porch watching it. I guess that's because I know it will eventually pass over and the sun will come out again.
it doesn't actually represent somethingelse Darlene. it simply representing my fear and in the end i'm not afraid anymore because there is hope
old people used to say, when you see a dead leaf or flower fall from the tree it is like someone's soul is leaving the body, and it goes with the wind. i also like to watch the rain and often get scared very easily with thunderstorms. i often wonder how the homeless people cope with the cold and hunger, how kids in the war zone cope with their fear, how kids in places where natural disaster occur overcome their nightmares. And i do believe that beyond our tiny little soul there is something big and so powerful that we can rely on (believe it or not), and I know it is gonna be over and soon after the storm gone you can see the bright shiny sky.
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