As the storm comes rolling in fiercely
All I can do is weep
Like the warm, salty rain that pours
Please, just let me sleep.
The sun, once so bright
Now hides from raging thunder
Will this be the storm that doesn’t pass?
I can’t help but wonder.
It’s dark here, though I search for light
As the storm tries to find me
I run, search, and scream
How can I be free?
The darkness scares me catastrophically
A storm like this, I’ve never seen before
Lightening threatens to strike me down
I can find myself no more.
As the mighty wind shares its wrath
It tares my hands from life
My grip loosens ever slightly
Shredded, as if by knife.
Shards of hail scratch like glass
I cry, alone, as I bleed
Until the sun shines through the storm
Nothing, I am waiting to be freed.
I wrote this poem after a particular session I had with a client, a tough but thoroughly connective session, to try and help me to process my interpretations and recharge my empathy batteries.
Blossom Mental Health Society 
5 responses to “Rolling Storm”
What a beautiful flow to this piece! I love the power of the words and the imagery.
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Thank you, so much. That’s really nice of you to say…. I’m really pleased to hear that you were able to enjoy it.
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Very well written. This is how I felt after hearing of the massacre in Uvalde, Texas. Life can be overwhelming at times.
Dwight
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Thank you. I really appreciate that.
I’m pleased that it can resonate with your experience of processing what happened in Texas. It was awful to hear about it, and being raised in Britain, it’s something about the gun culture I just can’t comprehend.
Thoughts are of course, with those impacted – directly and indirectly.
Laura
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You are welcome. There is really no good end-game scenario here!
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