Storm

It is just stagnant.

Monotonous and bleak.

Like a white winter week.

No light no pretty sight.

With the raindrops drooping,

Allowing the force of gravity,

To take its control.

Nothing gets washed away, just tears.

There’s always the sunlight days.

They may come next, and you know it.

Right now, it’s like a the weather is giving you a cold shoulder.

You just can’t fight the force of nature.

To feel is to drown in emotional sea.

And to ignore is to hurt everything else.

So what if we choose to hide it?

It will just be a passing tide,

Too late to realize,

That it’s hurting you instead.

So to be invisible is the only way.

Because in a stormy rain,

Lightning won’t shatter you neither them.

And everyone will be protected.

To be invisible is to protect.

To be invisible is to help.

To be invisible is not to hurt,

But to heal.

~S.H.~