Storm Poem by Helen Crutchett
Storm
Storm clouds gathering
shivering
I close the window
feeling the chill
I smooth my dishevelled hair
stir my coffee now as cold
as your heart
grey somber waves
crash over the unforgiving shore
the lightning disturbs and flashes
electric emotions within me
with the roar of bellowing thunder.
The storm gods are angry
I am beyond caring
let them fight with each other
I'm ready to face the storm.~
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