Calm Before the Storm
Softer than a blanket,
sweeter than Iced tea.
Comforting as mother
possibly could be.
Draws you in,
holds you close.
Makes you feel safe and warm.
This is what it feels like.
The calm before the storm.
Want to run and hide,
but it makes you want to stay.
Then the calm ends and you're blown away.
take my hand we'll go far from harm.
Won't be fooled by
the calm before the storm.
Now you're safe,
or so you think.
But you still see clouds
and your heart begins to sink.
You know we tried
but it's just the norm.
You can't escape
the calm before the storm.
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