meaningful words · Poetry · Uncategorized · Writing

Deliverance

The sky was grey;

I could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

A storm was rolling in.

This time, I had warning;

Sometimes the storms approach too fast and fierce.

But it was coming, coming for me.

I felt the chill in the air.

I felt the strong wind blowing.

I felt the hail fall down upon my head.

I was soon swept up;

Spinning, spinning,

Spiralling, spiralling.

It was always the same

Why? Why is this happening to me?

And then it was gone;

The sky was clear and blue,

And my soul was well again.

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