Skies Cut Loose

“Skies Cut Loose”

The smell
of rain
I’m being
cleaned 
and didn’t
know it
in my 
writing cave
I was blinded
by this 
hatred
I just stepped 
out
into
the light 
wash me clean
of their
dirty lies

The gratitude
I am feeling
wiping
everything
now
from my 
brain and
body
On this
day
my Independence
A downpour
has occurred
washed me clean
start again
new beginnings

The muddy
river
flowing
down my
lane
I have 
just come
out
of my 
writing
cave 
into the 
light
something
cleaned me
so cathartic

I see hear
and smell
the fresh
and dirty
water
simultaneously
with ozone
as
another layer
and
I know
in an 
instant

I’m being
washed clean
of their 
god damn
fucking
dirt 
The skies
above
have just
let loose
onto my
tiny world
and I cry
out
I needed to

I lament
and
oh the 
hurt
I’m grateful
still
I am okay
have no fear
I like 
the mud 
and the dirt
I love 
this flood
my river
clearly
has 
no beginning
or end

I am here
I am
okay
I hit
enter
I hit send
I published
it
to the
world
like he said
and we will
live
they didn’t
end me
not today
or yesterday
I survived
this is me
cleaning up

Wash me clean
I am
still here
and so 
is he
I’m on
a pin
three 
dancing
dots 
he cleanses me
this is purifying
humble gratitude
in writing
my thanks

I’ve been
washed clean
of their 
god damn
fucking
lies and dirt 
The skies
have just
let loose
onto my
tiny world
and I cry
out
I needed to
I’ll be alright
he somehow
makes me better
Thank you sir

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