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My Storm
There's a cloud of fear hanging over me
And I'm frightened by the people I meet.
An expectation of rejection shadows me.
Cast by the faintest rays of hope
That somebody could weather this soul.
I become disgusted by my own despair.
Like the wind my impact is impulse brought
On by a conjecture and coincidence
Of tomorrow's forecast that often finds
Me never leaving the house for fear
Hailstones will hurl down on all my
Insecurities embedding every emotion
I imagine when the lightning lights my
Eyes in the shelter. There's a twister
Coming that will tear down my shelter.
If I cant weather it, how can they?
Topical Write
Lots of take shelter weather early this year. Weathering the storm as surviving all the lightening strikes in our personal atmosphere is the challenge. Hope is the flip side of the coin despair. ~ Lady A ~