Be A Storm


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Be a storm in my life she begged
I have lived too long
In quiet solitude
My shutters drawn
Against the weather
All its forms
And so now I grow weary
Of my comfort
And I yearn
For the storm

Make me feel beyond endurance
Lift me up
And throw me to the winds
So that in the tumult
I’m reborn
Be the storm

Only in the blinding moment
Of the tempest can I wake
To see my life renewed
And only this through you
So be the storm

(c ) Helen Valentina. 2018

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to Be A Storm

  1. I think I knew this person. Super poem, Helen.

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