The tears fall,
rain from cloudy emotions,
dreary uncertainty pooling at my feet,
trickling despair from unseeing eyes,
bitterness on my tongue.
Through blurred vision do I see
only what cannot be.
Years spent in hermitage
shall be the future I fear.
The deluge returns outside,
fear fading, mind reeling,
I step into the falling water,
cleansing my soul, my fear.
Thunder laughs above
what I am
I can only accept,
and regardless of that,
rain will still fall,
no matter which road I take.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017