The day before the tempest came
The sea was still; its waters were low
And there was not a single cloud in sight
Nor did the slightest wind blow.
If I had known back then
It was just the calm before the storm
I could've readied myself
Could've prepared as the monster formed
And when that hurricane struck
I had no protection, no tent, no cage
I was forced to withstand the beast
As it summoned its power; unleashed its rage
It whipped me up, tore me to bits
Until I could stand it no more
But what could I do? There was no way to escape
I was beaten-up, battered and sore
At last when I regained my strength
I stood up and pushed that storm back
Because you can't control what happens to you
But you can control how you react.
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The Artist's Palette- A Poetic Collection
PoetryThis anthology is selfsame to an artist's palette- poets carefully choose and blend their emotions on the creative panel of their mind before applying it in rationed amounts to the paper, the same way a painter would coalesce colors on a palette and...
