Storm Poem by Siobhan Niven

Lightning strikes my soul.
Thunderclaps deafen thought.
Rainclouds gather, pouring from my eyes.

Hurricane winds. A tornado.
Swirling chaos shrouds my mind.

Lost in the storm, I reach for my compass—
gripping, grappling, drowning,
clutching for dear life.

Clatter. Bash. Wallop.
Blows that keep on coming,
shoving me further from dry land.

Through ebbing clouds, a glimmer—
a peeking, seeking shimmer
of golden sunlight over Saltcoats waves.

It paints rainbows on the sea,
and they reflect within me—
purple, orange, pink, yellow, blue.

I swim a little longer,
striving to be stronger,
keeping my head above the water,
every day.

Laurencekirk dawns new hope.
No time to sit and mope.
Mark. Jess. Sarah—
they lift me from the dark abyss.

The storm will pass—ungrounded.
My fears: unfounded.
And I will rise again,
a dolphin, leaping free.