THE STORM

Prideluck

I am thinking of the storm,

Strong, destructive and resilient,

And my thoughts wander afar,

I wish I was the storm itself,

And not the victim,

The whirls destroying,

Everything in the storms,

I wish I had this strength,

And power,

Strong, messy but still beautiful,

And as I sit still,

Meditating on the awe,

The beauty and messes,

I am wishing I was nothing but a storm.

 

  • Author: Prideluck (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2021 02:20
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  • L. B. Mek

    'I too: relate more to the chaos in tornados
    than the precision in thunder strikes,
    something about my nature
    that connects us, I guess...'
    a wonderful read, thanks for sharing



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