The storm.
I was once the storm.
Thunder, rain and hail I was it all.
Through the winds that rose and knocked me off my feet I thought I would never make it,
that I would never survive.
Strikes and strikes of lighting struck
the sick sky.
I was shaking and covering my ears, but I opened my eyes and saw the lights the storm was shinning.
That's when I took my broken spirit out into the winds and thunder.
Who knew I could find beauty in something that had been terrifying me.
Yet, I was swallowing my fears and facing my own demons.
I let the rain soke me and I let myself shriver as the cool water ran down my skin.
Lifting my hands to the sky I smiled as the rain, rained down upon me and lighting struck,
in this moment I was living.
That no matter how locked up I had been in my mind,
I could stand in the storm and not fear a thing.
One day I realised we are all the storm,
beauty in the mist of danger and pain,
beauty in the form of rain.
For we are all the perfect storm of danger and mystery.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
