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:
I LOVE your poem, Em!
Wow, So I take it you've decided to be a writer ;)
That was beautiful!
The pic is adorable below.
Great poem - good to see you embracing that side of you.
You are talented my daughter.
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