An early morning thunderstorm
Matches the roiling of tension
Threatening to soak my confidence
In a gush of tainted rain

Past wrongs come marching to the surface again
Sparked like a match lit by lightening
A boom of shaking thunder
Akin to the pain-filled memories so carefully
And deliberately packed away

They haunt me as I sip hot coffee
And pet my dog
Though she too is disturbed
By the thunder

Confession
I have to go to work today
Walk into a mousetrap
Laid by a clever cat

Such circumstance is eerily familiar
And a kind of wild desperation disturbs my peace

My legs feel leaden
Blood running hot then cold
But with a tightened jaw and quivering resolve
I will see this day through
Just as I have always done

Maybe justice will serve me this time
Though I won’t hold my breath
Broken dreams have only
Ever been the cause of speaking out

Wow the rain is really coming down now