When it rains I look out through my windows as the world around me seems to change just a bit. The dark clouds hang shadows over the normally sun filled patch of my garden and the air’s subtle change scents the Earth. Now mixing with the humid aroma rain and the jubilation of the grass and trees at the refreshing taste of water to their roots. There is a different feel to rainy days. Picnics often must be put off til the sun returns. Rain boots are exchanged for sandals, and lazy naps are more enjoyed on days when everything seems just a bit slower.
I used to wish away the rainy days. I didn’t want to accept the darkness. There was a coldness that I felt deep within my bones and the chill of raindrops made me ache for better days. I never hated being alone, I feared it. The rain reminded me that there was no hand to reach out and shelter me with a welcomed umbrella and there was a sadness that perhaps there never would be.
My emotions wounded by the trials of the past, I didn’t see that I had pulled away from the world and had secluded myself in the cocoon of my own making. I was damaged goods for such a long time. I didn’t trust anyone. Liars spat their venom at me any chance they could and laughed as they relished the corrosion of my self-esteem until there was nothing left. Blackmailed by guilt to remain motionless, I settled for a life without meaning and desire and rotted away the golden years of my youth thinking I deserved this fate. Lied to by love, I believed the fiction that I was unwanted and should settle for compromises made in the best interest of a delusional puppet master.
Days turned to weeks, fell into months and eventually years before the stirrings of my heart began to scratch at the walls of my penitentiary existence and search for proof that there was more to life than just behaving for the sake of not causing drama. I began to question why I had not done more with my life, why I hadn’t spoken up about my desire for more independence, I grew stronger. The first rays of sunshine were stolen moments with new friends who fed my hunger for new life and change. Lying stagnate I hadn’t understood that I needed to cast away the scars of my teenage years and be reborn to some new state of mind. My hope came gently and whispered the truth about the world beyond, would I be brave enough to tear free and accept that I was worthy of being loved, could I actually be smart enough to exist away from the shelters of masterful lies? Little steps, chances taken to accept that not everyone was out to hurt me, I became intoxicated with the possibilities of not letting my past and fears continue to dictate my life.
When I began to accept change, I no longer feared letting go. Then I could break free from the shell of my pitiful existence and become who I was always meant to be.
I stretch out now, comfortable with my new life and enjoy the raindrops of remembrance of where I came from. I rejoice in the darkness that only serves now to remind me that there can be no stars without such change and I will be alright. There can be no flight without those first steps towards freedom.