the bowing rain

these days are withered and damp

like the dying grass of Northern winters

drowned under the swollen earth

these groundbreaking waters don’t belong here

but they keep falling, falling, falling out of place

piercing into our skin through our pores nerves bones

freezing acid

reminding us that pain will force us

to seek shelter within ourselves.

this dawning year

dormant and unlived

is only just awakening, now

at the grovel of our patience

where the days have held 

the depths of paralysing sleep.

but we shed light 

in the shuddering darkness

for it is the light

that teases shadow play

and we are the good that feeds evil’s

never ending hunger.

fear only thrives in its job

alongside those that are brave enough

to keep its position credited of its worth.

these winds they shake even the strongest pillars

like they shook you 

like they shook me

we are the autumn leaves

dancing frantically until the whistling wind

pauses to catch its breath.

we have grown to memorise

mesmerised

our worldly beings as the map

to solace and away from every blow

this angry life aimlessly throws

because we have been shown

in sleep and in wake

the magic of our ethereal accord

can warm the deepest of chills.

the panic can only contain within the binds

of the pages for so long

before the smoke begins to rise

and the chapters have singed

the pages brown

catching fire for new ink to settle

these unforgiving times

they show us the hues we bathe in

teaches me to dive into the spectrum that grows

from the rainbow’s end where my eyes

open

and i laugh

i laugh at the unforgiving

and take your hand

knowing this time

hell will not remain inside us

because we are the ones

that travel across realms

and break from ties that bind.