Storm

like a branch that beats down

on a window pane in a storm,

threatening to  break it all –

shattered to pieces

like an unforgiving friend

who doesn’t want to hear apologies,

justifications or reason,

who just wants to know that you feel

as shitty as they do

liquid rock

searing over gray matter,

coursing through veins;

ashen trees with empty roots,

cracking at the seams,

brittle to the core

I will bend

but I will not break

against the weight of the storm