Weathered

This is a poem I wrote alllll the way back (okay, it's not actually that far to go) when I was in tenth grade.

Me is a complicated thing.  Sometimes it's as though it's cloudy; escalading through my soul in flowing folds of many layers.  Hard to peel back the sheets to take a peek at what's behind.  Difficult to connect.  Some days, I'm snowing.

Floating with gentle lightness about the day; not caring where I land or how long I stay there for.  Happy to just be and whiten life.  My wind comes with it; bending everything around me to be the way I like and with just the right measure.

Best to be careful when stormy weather is near.  My voice reeling with thunder as the lightening strikes all about; the fury of the storm raging inside my head.  Always up and down like the earth. Sunny times are ahead; everyone running out to take part of the fun.  Energy surges through me and I feel up to any challenge.

My rain is what I like best; running about in it and getting soaked to the bone.  Feeling free and unaffected by the world around me; moving to my own set beat.  It can change from fast to slow, slow to fast.  The constant rush I get as I explore something for the first time; invigorating.  In a way, I'm part of nature, changing every day to create a new experience.




Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.