In the revelry of sky and storm
the rapid pulse of thunder
and the almost breathless exhale
of the wild roaring winds
I run barefoot through the driving rain
as if each drop could cleanse the past
and release me from my shackles
it gives me the thunder
it gives me the floods
and in that storm I am unmade
I shout my truths into the night
sing of my sorrows and of my grief
I dance alone, finally unburdened
I uncloak my soul, my arms flung wide
alive at last, I will not hide
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 