A Storm

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by ThePhantomLady, Aug 25, 2015.

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  1. ThePhantomLady

    ThePhantomLady Safety and Support SF Supporter

    There's a storm in me,
    All consuming on it's path,
    Giving me no rest,
    Heaving for my own breath,
    As this wind blows harder.
    Grasping at unsteady straws,
    One hand weaving ropes,
    Long enough to reach the shore,
    And get me home dry,
    As the other cuts the progress,
    Keeping me in this state,
    I know so well...
    Between drowning and fighting.
    I whisper your name,
    Hoping you hear me,
    Over this silent storm,
    Raging in me...
     
  2. ThornThatNeverHeals

    ThornThatNeverHeals Well-Known Member

    Usually, hearing something over the silent storm is a billion times harder than hearing something over the storms that scream and rage to the world. The silent ones blow and rage and wont let us go, but nobody hears it enough to help, at least not in my experiences. I hope someone hears your silent storm.
     
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