Sometimes, you just can't stop the rain; experiences compound and you are full.
She swore it wasn't the fact that she thundered at the man in the black hoodie to back the fuck away from her truck at 1AM or the matter that she bites down on her tongue every time she wants to say how she really feels instead swallowing the words.
She crossed her heart with the vow that it wasn't the endless podcasts, books and counseling in which she gains greater insight into why her relationships continue to emulate sinking ships.
It for sure wasn't her burnt ribeye that she had been saving as a treat post lots of weekends of training.
She is good. It is good. Good.
Yet, sometimes you just can't stop the rain.
Unexpectedly; she cracked and it jolted like lightning through her system. No one seemed to notice; she had gotten good at lockjaw. Silent to everyone around; her pain needed conduction.
She dove; the strike rippled across the surface electrocuting the living that lay beneath.
Fish bones rose to the surface; the space below now empty.
She dove deeper; a pressure transfer from the wait of the world, to the weight of the world.
She had been dry for months; she was good.
But sometimes you just can't stop the rain.
More powerful than herself was the Current.
The presence in which your System needs to rain, break and conduct.
Kill the Fish, to create new space.
It held its course.
The dive was deep because she broke.
Now the pieces of her broken promises are free to find truth; maybe it was the tongue she bit, the ribeye burnt in thought, perhaps the violator awoke the warrior within. As she explores the wrecks of her sunken ships, she seas so much more that she couldn't before.
The truth will always find its way because no matter how hard you try, you just can't stop the rain.
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