WEATHERED

I began this poem about a week ago. Two lines into it, I stopped. Tucked it away. And then it was retrieved to complete.

WEATHERED

You are the wind and the tempest and the sun
All too capable of wreaking havoc upon me
Or choosing to cover me in a blanket of warmth

I have weathered your stormy barrages of passion
Always returning to you out of a need to feel
Knowing you might be my safe haven for a time

But even your sunshine has blistered my body
The scorching pain of the burn radiating to my soul
And I plead for solace from the agony

It comes in the form of rain slicing through my flesh
Effortlessly splintering my bones into mere shards
Left bruised and wounded-yet still beating-is my heart

The lone reminder that I even exist


©Nikki