Storming End.

I felt everything.
I sensed it all.
Before
And during.

I saw everything
I perceived it all.
Just after
The sudden end.

It was around and inside. I just did not perceive. As my usual. How hypocrite I am.

I said to my core
That something was wrong
Something was clearly strange.
The sudden pain, the huge difference in details, my inner voice yelling. Asking for a way out.
Now, on the same month,
A surprising forced end.
Needed or not: still without this knowledge.

Now, I meet the storm
I end up seewing
For being myself.

For having larger imperfections.
For being too different
In what I would be perfect
If I was their expected.

The blood and the heart that once almost stopped to run and sound
Return in this moment,
But, as some times before and after some things
They are never the same.

The burden on the back, the full head, the tighten chest, the fair on its own way life.

Hear my weeping
Feel my words
Live in my skin
Effetive, deep and under
To disappear in one hard said sentence.

And the story goes on...