Dull Days

Dull days…

the sky is gray

empty and bleak

My spirit is weak

How do I turn the page?

I need to feel the rage

I want to shake my being

Give my life meaning

Put emotions

Into motion

Passionate movement

What’s rigid turned fluid

Let it all fall out

Scream and cry and shout

Yet I sit here in a fog

Begging myself

To allow the sky to fall

And still it stays stagnant

Doing nothing at all

I want the rain

I want the storm

A torrential downpour

I want to be awake

With the power to create

A hurricane of rage

Crack the sky open

Unbearable pressure

Of words left unspoken

Let it be heard

Every last word

Lightning and thunder

Wind and rain

I beg myself

release all the pain

Yet I sit here stoic

Without expression.

I want to be effervescent

fully feel my essence

Bubbling to the surface

With meaning and purpose

Let my spirit be free

What’s stopping me?