(written October 2022)
Unsplash Image by Raychel Sanner
I stood in the middle of the storm as the wind howled
and the rain permeated my skin.
Life had given me another lesson to learn.
Broken, so I decided to curl up in a foetal position, hoping that I would die.
Time had no meaning as it slipped through my fingers.
I slept, then awoke, thinking it perhaps it had all been a dream.
Nothing seemed real anymore.
Only to find that the storm was still raging without any sign of relent.
So I summoned what little reserves I had left as I walked free of the wind and rain.
Since that day, I have never been the same.
And so to the storm, I now give thanks for my pain.
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2 thoughts on “The Storm”
Thanks for sharing this idea..but this Storm was terrible. Anita
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Thank you fir reading Anita 🙏🙏