There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. ~Willa Sibert Cather
My first nightmares were always storms;
lightening, wind, and darkened skies.
The storms that blew from your eyes
and reigned on everyone!
Some shelters are just too weak
to hold up to all that blows.
A girl can end up broken
unless she gets the courage to get up and go.
Now I dream of soft places much like a mother’s arms.
Knowing that some shelters cannot protect you from the storm.
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