Down Pour

I imagined for a moment that life was easy that little things mattered but while lay broken,  papers plummet and pile simultaneously 

I am grief 

Formed of discouragement, heartache & fallacy 

 

the butterflies fluttered in my face mocking my disposition 

I will never fly or dance like they I will never be free from these burdens 

Your stares render me useless 

 

Those stars have laid it out so that I may be kindred with Atlas and Icarus 

a challenge too big to ever overcome 

A fashion inescapable 

If this rain lasts, 

If this storm continues my world shall cease to exist fading, closing, darkening, breathless 

I am grief 

In this moment 

life means compromise either i make 

or i fail to understand 

the peaks and valleys this storm shall not conquer me 

but how long shall i continue to fool myself?