Storms and Tides

Numbness in my head

Thunder in my heart

Thunder outside

To the beat, the raindrops march.


Lightning strikes 

With feathered fingers

Stroking with delight

The charred remains that linger


Forest fires

Tickle the skies

But in my mind

The calmness of the tide.


In the morning the scars will show

Paper-thin, then healed by snow

The waves that crashed, they will subside

And in my mind, the quiet of the tide.

The End

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