When it Rains it Pours

When it rains it pours
Pours like tears streaming down your cheeks
Unable to turn the faucet off
Tears for all reasons.
Someone says it's going to be okay
Are you able to hear that affirmation?
Or is it just lost in the fog after the rain
The fog that takes over your brain
The haze blankets clarity.
The feelings are as varied as individual vapors of fog
Loneliness is magnified, it's dark and quiet.
Fear comes alive and spreads like a fire
This fire demolishes everything
Ashes like 9/11
Ground Zero is what you are staring at.
Is it possible to rebuild and be even stronger, you don't know
The uncertainty is a slow suffocation
Like the fumes that disable you
The flames are in the distance, the fire is a force you cannot control.
A voice tells you to let the pain in
Let others rescue you from the inferno
Can you find me in the fog and ashes?
Here is my plea for love and support.
Or maybe this is meant to be a lonely path.
If you believe in God and miracles and faith
You are inclined to think 'everything happens for a reason'
But does it?
This is a world where heartache has a purpose
Accepting the heartache is unavoidable
What comes next, no one knows.
One way or another you must rebuild
One way or another the rain stops pouring
And the fog gets a little less dense
In the midst of the clear up, maybe God will be kind
You might come out of hell stronger
The breakdowns lead to build-ups
Trust in the inner strength that forces you to crawl out of the fire
Crawl out of despair
Away from the flames
Towards some version of the future.