She was the ocean breeze,
Disguised as a hurricane.
A tsunami of broken pieces
Shattered by her own wave,
Determined for destruction;
Others will be hurt
No matter the cost.
Olive branch ripped to shreds,
Umbrella blown inside out.
Thought she was trapped inside the bad weather
Only tried to get her out.
The discovery was made too late;
She is the storm
And there is no life boat.
November 2022
YOU ARE READING
Its not about a name its about a story
Non-FictionTitle says it all. I hope someone can find a voice within these words. (Possible Trigger Warning)
