Brianna Hart
Stories (2/0)
The Chime of a Storm
I feel like isolating myself. My moods swing like wind chimes. Back and forth, back and forth. Clashing around making noise. My moods make noise. Whether it's in my head or coming out of my mouth. Wind chimes get loud when a storm comes, just like my thoughts when a storm rushes over my head. The storm makes them swing harder and harder... chime louder and louder. The storms don't have to be long. Maybe just fast and intense... but sometimes the quick ones do more damage at once. They bang on my brain harder. The rain in a storm are my thoughts and they keep crashing down on top of me... until the constant rainfall no longer affects me because I'm drenched. How should I dry off? Should I cut my wrist and let my thoughts pour into my wound like rain pouring into a gutter? Or should I push away and strip myself of everyone around me like pulling off wet clothes? Until I'm bare, and cold. How do you dry off after a storm? Some people take longer to dry than others. Unfortunately those wind chimes don't stop banging until after the storm as do my thoughts. Yes, they will sway and chime afterwards but they won't be as loud.
By Brianna Hart6 years ago in Poets
Immerse
If you stand in the rain long enough will you become the rain? Dark, impactful, and hurtful on contact, fragile like a raindrop falling and losing its form. If you stand in the sun long enough will you become the sun? Bright, big and beautiful, warm and warming to others. Where do you choose to stand? What do you surround yourself with? In the storm surrounded by rain, or in the sun surrounded by beaming rays of sunshine. I think if you stand in the rain long enough you start to carry the rain over top of you. You do become the rain. You rain on others. Your cloud darkens everything and everyone around you. When you stand in the sun you can't help but to brighten everything around you. Your many rays of sunshine on others. Where you are and what you stand around is a reflection of you. You reflect your energy onto others. You choose what you reflect. A storm may come but you choose whether or not you will run out of it so you won't get wet or if you will just stand there becoming that storm. Don't carry a cloud. Find your rays of sun and soak them up.
By Brianna Hart6 years ago in Poets