Storms: A Short Story in Poetry

Hey, everyone! Welcome or welcome back to Words! Today’s post is a more sad one. This is a short story told in four-line stanzas of poetry. It’s a story of pain, suffering, depression, anxiety, loneliness, and mental struggles and based on true stories. I hope you are able to learn from it or find healing from it.

Part 1

The color of the sky before a storm is green-gray,

Green like jealousy and sickness, 

Gray like gloom and danger coming closer.

That’s the color of the sky right now.

Annabelle stands in the living room,

Watching them scream loudly.

She opens her mouth to say something

But nothing will be heard.

The sky’s tears start to fall.

Raindrops drip, drip, drip.

A flood, for seemingly no reason

And out of control.

Anna runs to the bathroom.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, tears pour.

It refuses to stop, even though

She’s fighting to stuff them back in.

Part 2

Nearby, the clouds are angrier. 

Black, filled with hate.

Thunder cracks through the sky

And light pierces the dark.

Vanessa watches him rage.

It was just a pancake.

She wasn’t hungry.

Now she feels sick.

Again and again and again. 

Loud and exposing,

Painful, hot, and burning.

The storm finally stops.

Nessa watches as they walk in

And her own life starts to change

But the damage is done.

She cries because it’s too late.

Part 3

Another storm forms far away.

The ground shakes,

Rain pours down and down

Nothing looks the same.

Bethany looks at the flowers.

They used to make her smile

Now she just wants it all gone.

Something has to change.

There’s a moment of calm,

A moment of peace,

But then it spits again

Laughing and taunting.

Beth wonders what changed.

Life was never perfect, but 

Somehow it didn’t feel like this.

“I’m fine. Life is great.”

Part 4

Once storms raged here.

Now this place is just a mess

Things block the roads,

Making places hard to reach.

Haley stares at the floor.

It’s just cleaning. That’s all.

It shouldn’t be this hard.

Why is it so hard?

The clouds are here again

More angry, more threatening;

The sky is filled with pressure

Wind blows everything down.

She sighs, sliding to the floor.

Why is it everyone else?

Why can’t she take it all?

Or why can’t it just end?

Part 5

The storms meet.

They slam into each other,

And it’s more powerful,

But only for a moment.

Anna smiles, at least a second.

Nessa laughs, at least right now.

Beth has motivation, at least today.

Haley has hope for a future.

Maybe the storms disappear.

Maybe the storms stick around.

Maybe they get softer.

Maybe they get louder.

They dream of hugs,

Video calls and texts

Collabs and adventures

They can do this together.

Remember, it’s ok to need someone to help you stand. One day you’ll be able to shake off the dust you rose from, I’m certain. Do you relate to any of this? What’s your storm? If it ended, how did you make it stop? Let me know in the comments.