Patricia PMC


The Storm - Poem by Patricia PMC

I sit watching the storm through my window,
Lightning so bright it leaves my soul in limbo.
The storm is now raging and roaring outside.
My tears match the rain like a violent landslide.

I love the storm for it hides my pain,
No one can tell my tears from the rain.
The storm is my refuge, my way to let go,
My way to cry out so that no one will know.

I never knew a soul could become so weak,
This pain is so deep, not new, yet unique.
But it's my own and of my doing alone,
And now the pain rages like a mighty cyclone.

So where is my quiet that comes after the storm?
Will this ever let up so that my soul may reform?
Or is my soul like this storm to forever cry out in vain,
'Oh' where, oh where is the rainbow to wash away my pain.


Comments about The Storm by Patricia PMC

  • (6/29/2008 9:11:00 PM)


    'I love the storm for it hides my pain,
    No one can tell my tears from the rain.
    The storm is my refuge, my way to let go,
    My way to cry out so that no one will know'

    Beautiful
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 29, 2008


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