The Weather Forcast Of My Soul Poem by cora fazio
The Weather Forcast Of My Soul
A storm is brewing on the Horizon of my soul.
Even though the sun is shining, I can
feel the distant drums of thunder.
As they rumble inside my heart.
Flashes of Lightening strike and
tear at my very being.
My hands shake as if they were,
the trees leaves trembling on their limbs.
I know the forcast isn't good.
Yet I hope for better weather.
How long can a soul live in the eye of a storm?
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4/26/2024 4:38:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I really like this Cora..........I feel the same way sometimes. I like how you've expressed it. sincerely, Mary