Metaphors Within The Story

...feelings of nothing as the Empty space begins to refill.
the only desired option replaced with raindrops of Sorrow
beating down as she walks through the forest of Denial with only the Reassurance of the warm, soft blanket in her clutch.
shut out from the silent, Subtle whisperings of the trees
not willing to force herself into the safe Closure of their embrace.
names and faces are the gentle reminder of what was Lost so long ago in the Changing heart.
realizations making the assumption that the Hope is infinitely Lost.
the mind Rendering what could have been, though the dramatizations have become irrational.
she is slowly coming to the Reality of this fate.
the rain pours harder soaking her with the Salty Satisfaction of Emotions Withheld.
the walk turns into a run as she Panics to get away from the storm and the Dangers it inflicts.
the wind calls to her, Tempting her with it's appeal.
she see's only the Tragety in the Mystery of the raging storm.
the Fear is overwhelming, yet strengthening her as the first lightening bolt strikes.
the thunder knocks her to the ground.
she Closes her eyes, still Alone as the storm surrounds her.
she stays, Hiding under the blanket Ensuring her Security, until the storm, eventually Will end.