Calm of the Storm
So she picked up her pencil
And wrote to the world about the Storm
that left her soaked in golden blood.
Must she be left in pieces
From the gentle winds
Of the violent Storm?
He once struck
lightning in her path of
darkness. Roared thunder
when it was silent
And all too lonely. He
rained an ocean
to keep her boat afloat.
Must the sun come out.
Only in the sun did he see
the roofs he had destroyed;
land he has flooded;
homes he has swept away.
So he left.
She was left alone;
Calling out to the Storm
Every night- Until the
dark was not too dark anymore;
until the silence was bearable;
until she can float on her own.
So she picked up her pencil
And wrote to the world about the Storm
that left her soaked in golden blood.