The Storm

Clouds, grey, bleak,
Matching my mood,
Raindrops fall
blending with my tears,

Storm becomes wild,
Matching my anguish,
As the thunder claps
I scream out in mindful pain,
Body and soul
so dispirited, desolate,

The wind rushes past,
Whipping my spirit,
Falling to the ground
my anger takes control,

The storm diminishes,
My strength returns,
I see myself so clearly now,
What I was ...
What I've become ...
What I'll be ... Tomorrow,
They've forecast fine weather

Autor: Lynda Valkyrie