The Hurricane
I hear the wind.
I watch the shutters tremble.
I cower in fear of the beast fighting to
Rip through my window.
I tear downstairs, flashlight in hand;
We have no lights.
Mom! Dad! I'm scared!
But it's alright.
Through the big window
We can see the backyard. I
Watch as my childhood playground
Topples over in the wind.
I'm not sad though... I'm fascinated.
My childish world, lost in the beast,
Yet I don't care.
The beast is not my friend, but
It is no longer my enemy.
This beast is
BEAUTIFUL.
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I love words... I actually started out writing lyrics for songs and then I realized how much more I can express myself through poetry. One of my teachers pushed me to join the writing club at school and the book that the club published had so many amazing writers that I decided that I wanted to be a part of that community. When I write my poetry about a topic that means something to me it makes me feel freer, like a weight lifts off my shoulders every time and I LOVE IT!
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