all is calm and quiet
in the center of my storm
and, for the moment,
I can stand serene
until a small reminder
a tiny disturbance
breaks my peace
a picture or a song
you used to sing
and suddenly I'm flying
caught in a microburst
violent and blustery
my emotions
get the best of me
the worst of me
and raged and ravaged
by inner tempests
that no one else can see
I choke and sputter
drenched and bewildered
in a hurricane
of memory
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