The Storm

There are times in life where one can find them self lost and insecure. At such times, one may become more aware of the surrounding in which they are found in the center . In this case, the truth can be revealed in the most insensitive ways. Words fall from the sky as the anger sweeps through the clouds. Twirling together they become intertwined and the mixture turns into blackness, into a vortex of collision. The air thickens, eyes become widened, ears more open to hear the faintest sound through the fields in the distance. The Bridge that is relied on so dearly starts to buckle. The ties at both ends begin to unwind. Lightning strikes it, sparks fly, the fire is started. Swirling, unbalanced, cruelty is unveiled and the colors start to show. Comprehension fills your mind as you look in disgust. Moments later the safety turns to ash, the embers slowly turn to coals as the winds carry the remains off into the distance. All that is left are the dried tears upon the faces involved and a memory that will be remembered.