Sunday, February 24, 2013

Storm

like a branch that beats down
on a window pane in a storm,
threatening to  break it all –
shattered to pieces

like an unforgiving friend
who doesn’t want to hear apologies,
justifications or reason,
who just wants to know that you feel
as shitty as they do

liquid rock
searing over gray matter,
coursing through veins;
ashen trees with empty roots,
cracking at the seams,
brittle to the core

I will bend
but I will not break
against the weight of the storm


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