May 21, 2009


A storm is coming
I can feel it brewing.
Somewhere deep in my soul it amasses
The craving that must devour
And drench me in it’s power
Until I submit
Then like gentle shower it recedes
Complacent at the gift it has received.
Leaving my soul whole and fresh and fed.

4 comments:

Marian & Edward said...

I LOVE your poem, Em!

Little Miss Sunshine said...

Wow, So I take it you've decided to be a writer ;)
That was beautiful!

texasblu said...

The pic is adorable below.

Great poem - good to see you embracing that side of you.

hummer said...

You are talented my daughter.