HURRICANE

There are 365 days in a year

That means

There are more than 365 chances

For my life

To change

Each a little more

Every day

And every second

 

And everyday

Just a little

My world

Turns

Just a little bit differently

 

I could say

It started turning

In a completely

Different way

In the middle

Of a hurricane

 

It wasn’t until after

When the wind

Had stopped howling

And I went out to see

The damage

 

No power for six days

Only the light

Of a few candles

Sunsets suddenly seemed

A lot more

Menacing

Than beautiful

 

Something

Scared

And

Small

Inside

Changed

 

I decided

I didn’t particularly like

Feeling small

So i decided

I wouldn’t.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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