The Cleansing

The rain poured down,

Trickling through branches and the boughs and the foliage,

Like a much-needed cleansing after a sinful summer,

I padded across, skirting ever puddle like a frenzied little girl,

Sometimes that's the best way to strip away the malice in you.

The gushing lake was the life force for everything, 

But a morbid thought is haunting me to despair, 

Confounded in it, is it really happening or I'm I creating it? 

Why is my care making its way into someone’s ignorance? 

The emotional overdrive was broken by a roaring thunder far off in the dark skies. 

Was nature chastising me?

I stalled in the middle with my arms wide open, 

An epiphany dawned on to me! 

Stop explaining, 'cause nobody is listening,

Stop pleasing, 'cause it's ain't worth it, 

Stop placating, 'cause you are far better than that, 

Stop imploring for attention for there is time only to achieve the dream.

As I ambled further,                                  

Birds fleet from tree-like water dispensing from a sieve, 

And the light streak illuminated like a smudge, 

It was a sign of good omen, for my mind is changing. 



Time faded like a melting candle, 

So did my donned encumbrance. 

Vision honed for the farthest beacon,

And the beacon was carrying love.