Raw Again

raw again

after months of drought,
not a tear would show itself
cowards, afraid to streak
the face of someone so
dormant inside

the raw came back.
it rolled in like a heavy storm
i cried on the floor, head to the ground
as i have other times.
then there was that freshness after the rain

i am thankful i got my life back
the life in me, the rawness
the pain, a crisp wind inflating a spirit
the feelings washed over
a previously tired wandering person on pause

a second, third, fourth, twentieth chance
evolution stops, rests, and keeps walking on
two steps nowhere, one step forward
if i feel, i can grow, if i grow,
i can be real and live raw