Last night, my stormcloud eyes dampened my cheeks
where seeds of such sorrow grew words that I dared not speak of.
And a spider of emotions climbed up my hollow chest
to weave a barricade of silver chains tightened all over me.
The hungry little spider began to feed on the thick skin that enshrouded it.
It feasted on my tender ego till I was but a broken shell.
But now the morning clouds have rolled over
and brought with them the winds of time
that rusted and loosened the chains of the toxic creature nestled within.
And though it tried to hold on to the dangling fear that nagged me,
a downpour of relief rained down on it
and from my spout, flowed praises for the sun.