The storm is over
Or so they say
Things are better
It's a new day
I still see the lightning
I still listen to the rain
The trees are swaying
I can hear the rattling chain
The weatherman says it's done
The neighbors say it's through
Am I losing my mind?
Or is what they tell me not true?
The clouds are gray
The sky is dark
I won't go outside
I won't walk to the park
It's still looming
Waiting to rumble
There will be no warning
There won't be a mumble
It'll be a roar
Something that shakes you to your core
The storm is over
From what I've heard
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Well said whether metaphor for emotional storm or literal it makes sense. Well done
Thank you Soren! I think I was going for more of a metaphorical approach!
You are most welcome Allie
Allie, what a powerful portrayal of fear surviving beyond the event that created it. Everyone else declares safety, yet the speaker remains trapped between memory, instinct, and doubt. This connected deeply, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much for your kind support Tristan!
Nice imagery
Thank you Antra!
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