We choose careful words
To hide our feelings,
Couching them in gentle kindness
For others not ourselves.

Inside storms rage,
Anger swirling midst frustration,
Raining pain of pasts remembered
On a once peaceful community.

This blatent lack of honesty
Grates on my sensibilities
Until my storm spills out
In a stark truth.

Falling into old ways, she runs,
Unwilling to hear these so considered words,
Leaving a wake of lightening
With nowhere to ground.

We will weather this without her
So she will return to a post storm sky,
And having lost so many recently,
We will be afeared to lose more.

Sometimes decisions are hard
And speaking words to support them harder,
Self-preservation is not selfish-ness...
It's time to let go.