I am a storm.
Sometimes a hurricane
Sometimes freezing rain
Sometimes blazing heat
or dust.
~~
You love like a sunny day;
You love me all straight and narrow,
~~
while I love winding and wide
with no signs, no directions.
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And sometimes I’m spinning
Gales and sheets of rain
reaching miles beyond me,
stirring up the water –
~~
And you, with unbreakable mast,
sail directly for the center-
Not merely surviving,
but arms open wide, sails full of wind,
head thrown back,
smiling as the drops hit your face
like the tempest is beautiful.
~~
You point at the heart of the storm
without speaking-
knowing its power,
condensing the energy,
pointing it in the right direction.
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The heart of the storm
is the heart of me
and you’re not afraid,
so neither will I be.
~~
deb linne
Wow! I’ve already read this several times, and am still pondering it! I’d love to sit down and talk to you about this and understand the depths from which it came!
Nope, poet’s secret! haha! You have to deduce what it means to YOU.
Simply beautiful. I love the passion of this poem.