Wetness In My Soul Poem by Melody McKinstrie

Will it come to pass
As it inevitably has
In the past
That I will get
Over this?
Overcome
What has assailed
Me like the wind
And rain
I will not exaggerate
That is has been
Like a tornado
Or hurricane
But a storm nonetheless.

This seeping wetness
Into my skin
And bones
I can feel it
For such a long time
What will make me dry?
From something that
Has drenched me?
A towel or fireplace
Do not do the trick.

Thoughts
Are of this league
Of drenching storms
If I were at the beach
It would be like
The surge of the sea
Coming at me.

I will get over this!
I have to
For me to exist!
To remain
In this natural world
As a living breathing
Human being.

I know the drill
I have been down
This road before
Euphemisms that
Can depict
My getting over
This wetness
In my soul.

But each time
It leaves a mark
Like a healed
Broken bone.
Don't believe me
Look at my
Brain chemistry.
It is all
Screwed up!
It may need
Reconfiguring
Like an electric grid.

Hyperbole
And analogies
Like this
And that
It is just trying
To get you to
To see my thoughts
And feelings
Catch them
In the act.