Hurricane Me
I live in a hurricane
But it’s not called Katrina
No, it goes by my name
I don’t have to be on the coast or by the ocean
No, it will find me even in constant motion
The rain falls from my eyes hot and warm
I created a thunderstorm
The lightning builds within
And when I strike, it looks like sin
I am a tornado
Causing destruction and damage
It can’t be fixed
Even with a bandage
I am an earthquake
I make the ground shake and tremble
Like a crashing cymbal
Constantly, however, I am a drizzle
Of rain
Fighting with joy against the pain
I live in a hurricane
This poem is about:
Me