You were worried about
the storm, so you
invited it in,
wanting to control the
damage through your
kindness and friendship.
But you can't.
The storm doesn't have
a conscience.
It will never be a cute
pet on your leash.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Sure there's a lot behind this Poem.
The Storm a Metaphor for Someone?
Something?
Thanks, Kevin.
Know who you make friends with some won't treat you nicely. The strength of your opponent does not mean that surrender will be a kind one. Lovely write Thomas
Thank you.
Don't get involved with something you don't understand, lovely powerful write
Thanks.
Excellent write
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Storms are an uncontrollable force in nature and in the mind, most graciously written dear Thomas 🌹
Thank you.
Agreed!
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