Weather The Storm

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I feel its heavy weight upon my chest,

and in the space between my temples,

a reflection of the dark clouds overhead. 

It sneaks up on me like a stealthy thunderstorm in the middle of a scorching June day;

bulbous drops of hopelessness, threatening to soak me unless I seek cover.

Everyone’s umbrella seems impenetrable,

their spirit unaffected by the downpour around them. 

They remain dry.