The Storm


Bring on the storm

I am not afraid

Perhaps a little frightened

Still I say, bring on the tempest

Let it rage through me

Cleanse me of my fears

Replace them with nothing

Or with furious desire

Burning through tethers

Binding me to history

Forcing me inside of myself

Away from my desire

Bring on the storm

I am not afraid

I am a little terrified

Unchained from my history

As I scatter in the gale

Of delight and freedom

Lifted up on spread wings

Reaping the wind and ions

Swept away in ecstasy

Bound by something new


9 – April – 2015

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