Dear July,
I'm staring at a big, scary thunderstorm right before my house. I'm scared of thunderstorms, I really am. But I got used to it. I stopped being scared of the power that mother nature forces onto us and I try to enjoy it instead. I also stopped to drown in longing to be protected from this power, I stopped to drown in longing for arms to protect me.
This is just one of the many things you changed in me July, you changed me.
Today is my holiday, I'm celebrating, celebrating the end, even if I'm aware of the fact that my heart will never be completely able to accept it.
But with this tiny part of ache I step into a new decade, with this tiny part of ache as a lucky charm I step into a new adventure.
Thank you July, for embracing me. Bringing order to me, bringing order to my face.
I miss writing poetry, maybe I'll start again, maybe you'll make me do it, July.
Love,
pwp
Inspired by the talented Emily Diana Ruth.
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