sunshine & rainbows

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress.” -Frederick Douglass

s/he waits for the next storm

silently in her/his dwelling

alone, without decision, without

fear, without any sense of

meaning (as others may pretend to

walk about with)---

s/he does this because when the

storm comes, it destroys, it

brings the extravagance of the few

down to the level of the many

& in doing so, it makes way for

something else---s/he knows that

at this point in time something else

is better than everything else &

in that,

a unique moment of clarity is

attained.

 

the storm may be physical, it

may stem from the environment

around said individual---

it may also come from within

a tornado of emotions convulsing

together in the attempt to break

down the person from within whom they

roam inside.

 

the storm ends, like all storms, as s/he

knows there is no permanent pain

because pain itself loses its bite once you

get used to it---from this point s/he knows

that only something different can follow &

however horrible the nature of everything

that bogs said individual down may be,

s/he knows that with each battle overcome,

the strength within only thickens,

the ability to survive any kind of calamity

(no matter where it comes from) only

greatens.

 

the coming storm outweighs all sunshine &

rainbows, because it promises change.