Looking back is difficult
It is the moment of tension
The heat in the air before the storm
It could be rain, it could be thunder
You could cry, you could let out a scream
Sometimes it can feel like bliss
Then later it is nothing
Nothing but a bitter taste in your mouth
As you process the action
Asses what has been done
The warped lens of perspective
Waiting waiting waiting for the break
The crack crack crack
Something to indicate change.
Maybe things will finally be better.