Storm

by ALShevenell

August 10, 2019

Home of the everlasting storm cloud.

The lightning strikes it’s powerful bolt,

shattering her.

The mirror broke,

to shield her from her broken self.

Within her,

beauty and love.

Within her,

fear and self doubt.

Within her,

knowledge and grace.

Within her,

sorrow and trauma.

Within her,

hope and light.

The sky thunders a growl,

she seeks shelter from the coming rain.

But the shelter and sky are one.

The storm cloud follows and the growl grows.

The lightning strikes,

she makes her own rain.

There’s a sun behind the storm cloud.

Can she wait out the storm long enough to feel the sun’s warmth on her skin?

Or will the lightning strikes be too much?

Will she strive towards her light or fall under her pain?

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S.zaynab.kOct 19, 2019

<p>I think she should strive towards hr light since she makes hr own rain figuratively even. What a sweet appealing awesome poem , conveys the struggle and the positive efforts to inspire all since many are in similar situations but you can express it so poetically it ought to be your soothing companion along with prayer to God. Kudos..</p><p>plz pleez do drop by again to read and comment under my newest poem too, such interaction feels warm in this cold world so we can be friends.</p><div> </div>