A passing cloud 

had its cathartic moment.

It spat out its fury

cried out its pain

or melted in heated passion…

I couldn’t tell.

I only knew that

all that it had released

was all that it had absorbed.

I ran out then…

Looked up at the vast expanse

of dark feeling

lowered and wanting to touch…

to reach out.

I let it soak me.

And so it happened…

In its cathartic moment

I had mine.

2 thoughts on “Catharsis”

  1. I love how you have associated the clouds with catharsis. From my understanding catharsis is when the patient unburdens his problems to the therapist. And this fits brilliantly with the poem. Smartly written and very novel. 🙂

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