For me the storm is not over.
Merely changing its color.
Noise still deafens.
Wind still rages.
My head still tucked,
Bracing against the force and hanging on.
Bleeding wounds still unattended,
My furious storm shifts gears.
Black Hole devoured my Trees,
Swallowed my Sun
And gave black ice.
Dark, blinding, cold.
Vacant spot beside.
I am no longer a shield.
I am solitaire.
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Written 11-30-2017, 01:30am
Copyright © 2017 by Julia Meek Chambers, all rights reserved.
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I never thought about a storm changing colour before. And the Sun being swallowed, both breathtaking and terrifying. Stormy words, brimming with broody brilliance 🙂
It’s difficult to describe the emotions of fighting for, then losing a spouse to brain cancer.
I see now the context of your words in relation to the poem Julia and also the struggle you had in writing it. You have my utmost sympathy and respect too.