Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Storm

I never thought
I'd fall under your shadow.
Never dreamed you'd rain down on me
your ill intent
from the sky above.
But I have my umbrella
and I will weather this storm.
I will exorcise you from my soul.
I will regain control.
And someday you will only be remembered
as a breeze
which once lifted my hair.

(Written 4.12.15)

1 comment:

  1. Such a sense of release...
    Very empowering