The Storm Rages On

I have a storm raging inside me, you’d never know looking at me.

On the outside, I’m like the eye of a hurricane, deathly silent.

Birds fear to fly through it, but you know the quiet is a precursor to the devastation yet to come.

It’s savage in its destruction of all who stand in its path.

Winds rage, waters rise, thunder roars, lightning strikes the sky.

I have a storm raging inside of me, screaming to get out.

Raw power waiting to lash out.

It twists, it turns, building, growing ever stronger.

The Poetry Goddess