Connie Leigh Lindsay
Power Of The Storm - Poem by Connie Leigh Lindsay
She sits by the window, watching the storm outside.
The wind is so hard it shakes her house.
The rain, thunder, lightning deafening and bright.
But for some reason it calms her.
Her life has been in utter chaos.
So confused for days, months but here;
Here she can actually think clearly for the first time.
So many decisions that she has put off cause she didn't know
what to do.
Something about the beauty of the storm; maybe the fact
that no human can control it.
It's deadly but somehow really beautiful as well.
It causes destruction but also washes away the stains.
As the storm subsides, she gets up knowing what to do.
She knows that everything will be ok again.
She finally knows who and what she is.
The storm never really touched her but its power has.
It has washed away her stains.
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