Humming Another Goodbye

Sunshine over rain.

Yet I’d rather withdraw into the comfort

of staying inside with candles lit

during pelting rain –

over burning on asphalt

avoiding to melt with all weight trapped inside my life-tilted body and no escape.

Bogs on pictures encapture my state

more than sunshine and parade.

Oh but how my heart flatters in countries of the south, dry and slow.

Can you see the discrepancy?

I prefer the rain on my skin

Even when the gnawy reason

of an encorpused entity tells me to follow sanity and to open my umbrella.

Yet I feel the healing powers,

as dripping water prickles on my skin.

Am I not holding water myself in my body?

Oh, by the way, it stands by itself that

showers and rain

will forever count more than sweat to me.

Madness towers over structure,

only when it comes from me, of course,

because how else would I control it

– it might threaten me.

I like movement,

as long as I know how to move with the movement

– beware of the new –

For what would I be getting dragged into?

My body aches from all the dissonance,

which the world seems to resonate in.

And thus,

I find myself humming a tune,

that I can feel deeply singing in my bones.

Making space in myself.

~ written by Michelle B.