~~Shout out to my girl @highqueenofelfhame for helping me push through this rough patch as of late as inspiring me to write about things again. I miss you more than you know, dearie. ~~

Here is a Petrarchan Sonnet I wrote last night with no fixed meter. Hope you enjoy!

You enter my mind so often that it’s become a nuisance.

You’re constant rain inside my brain.

The eye of a hurricane.

Once a silver lining shiny with translucence-

You’re clouding everything up like pollution.

Spinning, confused, swinging to and fro like a broken weather vane,

I question what I can salvage of the old me; try to figure out how much of her remains.

I used umbrellas to shield me from your storm, but I know it’s just useless.

I’m always listening for your oncoming rumble now, like the sound of summer thunder.

I wait for you like counting on lightning to strike.

But through darkened clouds is the peeking promise of afterglow.

Puddles full of your murky mud begin to glitter with prisms of wonder.

Beams of moonlight paint their surface swirls of impressionist colors, like an artist’s palette brought to life.

Promising me the bright, hopeful breakthrough of a technicolor rainbow.