Hola Hivers el dia de hoy en el tercer dia del "My Spooky Month" siguiendo con la tematica oscura, les traigo este escrito de mi autoria, que no es mas que el hermoso titulo de un diario que se ha convertido en poema....
Espero que lo disfruten en su lectura como yo al escribirlo 😊
Foto de Aline de Nadai en Unsplash
-Hoy es un día de tormenta aunque el sol brille afuera.
Es Cómo dice Elsa en su cancion "El viento ruge y Hay tormenta en mi interior, es una tempestad que de mi salio...."
Una lluvia de pensamientos, rayos de pena y truenos de ira.
Los terrores de mis malos recuerdos caen como granizo que golpean mi cabeza y no me empapan de temor y agonia.
Sola en esta lluvia y sin paraguas esperando por la sombrilla que vuela lejos de mi y me esquiva con cada soplo de viento.
Foto de Daniel Dan en Unsplash y modificada por mi
Aunque la quiero tocar con desespero, mis manos no la alcanzan, pero lucho y no me rindo porque no quiero vivir mojada, sigo persiguiendo ese trozo de esperanza que atenuará mi mojada.
Es una tormenta la cual solo yo puedo escampar....
Solo... ojalá... supiera como hacerlo sin depender de esa sombrilla salvavidas que dispersa parece volar y tan lejana parece cada vez mas.
Foto de Saffu en Unsplash y modificada por mi
Continuara .......
Este es un Poema de mi autoría, inspirado en mi propio sentir, un pequeño resumen de la historia de un día agobiante que al final se volvió arte, espero que les haya gustado.
¿A ustedes que les dice este poema? ¡Los leo en comentarios!
Un saludote hivers, nos vemos en una próxima lectura..
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English
Hello Hivers today on the third day of "My Spooky Month" in keeping with the dark theme, I bring you this piece of my own writing, which is nothing more than the beautiful title of a diary that has become a poem....
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 😊
Photo by Aline de Nadai in Unsplash
-Today is a stormy day even though the sun is shining outside.
It's like Elsa says in her song "The wind roars and there's a storm inside me, it's a tempest that came out of me...."
A rain of thoughts, lightning bolts of sorrow and thunder of anger....
The terrors of my bad memories fall like hailstones that hit my head and drench me with fear and agony.
Alone in this rain and without an umbrella waiting for the umbrella that flies away from me and dodges me with every breath of wind.
Photo by Daniel Dan at Unsplash and modified by me
Although I desperately want to touch it, my hands can't reach it, but I fight and I don't give up because I don't want to live wet, I keep chasing that piece of hope that will mitigate my wetness.
It's a storm that only I can make it go away....
Only... I wish... I knew how to do it without depending on that life-saving umbrella that scattered and seemed to fly so far away, looking more and more distant on every moment.
Photo by Saffu at Unsplash and modified by me
To be continued.......
This is a poem of my authorship, inspired by my own feelings. Is a small summary of the story of an overwhelming day that in the end became art. I hope you have liked it.
What does this poem say to you? I'll read it in the comments!
Greetings hivers, see you in a next reading...
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