Giving Way to My Storms

Even the most idle

And passive clouds

Form and stack

On and on,

One on top of the other,

To ultimately burst

Under such percipitation

And give way

To horrific storms.

Unlike most,

I’m taking more ownership

Of mine.

And allowing as much

My storms to take stage

And registering

And being present with them,

Just so they themselves

Can give way

To renewed, sunny days

Of love and understanding

That are only happening more and more.