We face each other
eye to eye,
the look in yours the same-
mine not…
I smile a little
at the disdain you show
changing to fear
as the ground cracks
beneath us…
You curse
and struggle for control
as I lift my face
to the cutting winds
of change…
You draw your sword
as I lift my hands
in gratitude
for the rain falling,
like a storm of tears,
washing me clean
of your opinions…
and as you let the blade fall;
ego triumphant,
you become the death
of me,
and the universe
in celebration
sends a fury of lightening
to burn me to ash
so I can finally
Rise.
~Shelly~