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the storm within
A storm is near; I smell it in the air
Its wind blows through my hair
Clouds dark across the land
And here alone against it I stand
My face wet from its pouring rain
I hear the wind whisper my name
I hear it calling, beckoning me
I try to run and it wont let me leave
A bolt of lighting flashes across the sky
So close and so bright, it burns my eyes
I turn in all directions, ready to take flight
It pulls me farther into the dark night
Do I succumb to its beauty and let it win
Alternatively, keep battling this storm from within
Can I allow you, with words so sweet?
Calm this storm in my heart, and accept defeat?
I do admire this poem so much. This stanza is a vision of experience riding the storm again. Knowing that the power of the storm is fraught with danger. We are still drawn to the natural beauty.
do i succumb to its beauty and let it win
or keep battling this storm from within
can I allow you, with words so sweet
calm this storm in my heart, and accept defeat?
Such sweet surrender this stormy existance we endure.
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot