 weather forecast? storms!
the cloud
there is a cloud hanging over me
dark and grey and cold
it blocks out the comfort and warmth of the sun
why has it chosen me?
i can feel no joy or happiness for i see only storms on the horizon
it has not chosen me, i see this now
it is a part of me,
but i cannot control it,
i only hope it will not control me
the thunder
the noise in my head, always there
i must concentrate
but i cannot
for who can concentrate when a thousand explosions are sounding?
i cannot sleep, so tired but this noise it beats like drums
the noise is there but is not a sound, it is silent but none the less intrusive
how can i escape this silent noise my ears do not hear?
the rain
rain can be destructive, this rain falling from my eyes
like a monsoon i cannot stop it
but like all rain, it thins the clouds overhead
it heals my heart like a desert
for a heart which cannot feel is as barren as a desert
it washes away my misery like dirt which has stained my soul
for rain can be destructive, but some things must be destroyed
rainbows end
the clouds are thinning with the falling rain
i feel a faint warmth, could it be the sun?
i no longer hear the silent noise crashing in my mind
i dare to look through the cloud
i see a light, i look more closely
finally i understand
i have weathered my storm and through the clouds i see a new me
bright, radiant and shining, i have reached my rainbows end
i wrote this series of poems mainly when i was 17 and suffering from depression shortly after i was diagnosed with pcos. the last 1 i wrote today. i've never shared them before.
sorry if they're a bit rough, i'm a science student not an english one. hehe | 
