Gathering Clouds
Being sixteen feels like a storm
Pressure and heat building in your chest like gathering electricity
You hum with it, restless and anxious and hopeful all at once
There is so much feeling inside you,
Fury and faith, passion and pain, lust and longing
That you think you were never meant to hold on to it for this long
You want to release it out into the world and you will not regret it
You may damn well drown in the downpour
But at least the weight of the rain will catch your tears
It is recklessness and ruination and redemption
Being sixteen feels like a storm
The air is different now, heavy and still with things said and unsaid
All of them true enough, you suppose, as you cradle the words with gossamer wings
Sheltering them from the hurricane that gave her life to them
You will love them with the full force of your teeming, trembling, tumultuous heart
Just as you love the storm that you have forged from the bellows of your lungs
You will enjoy falling in love with the universe because surely you know
That your storm is already a love letter to everything you cannot fathom understanding of
Because the rain is a slash along your palm, a vow spilling from your veins
And because the flush in your cheeks is a pinking promise whispered in the dark
Being sixteen feels like a storm
The thunder claims your heartbeat as its own, the drum of it a broken rhythm, an erratic pulse
You swear that the wind has always been screaming your name
It is as lost in you as you are lost in it, or maybe you’re just lost
You are the tempest and it roars through you, hungry for the taste of taking
Swallowing everything it wants and never looking back at the carnage
Casualties are for the cold and for the cautious and you are neither
You know this the way you know that you know that this storm is ripping the hole inside you
Ripping the whole inside of you wide enough to let the music in
But you know that you can only pause to listen for a single breath before lightning splits the sky