The Storm Within
By Pandora
The sky darkens, mirroring the storm of my soul. Thoughts boil like the clouds, Spilling into puddles of ideas. Lightening flashes of inspiration appear, Only to fade in a rumble of discord. After it passes a storm leaves the world clean. Not so the storm of the mind, the soul. But inside the gale is a brightness of spirit, Buried beneath the inclement psyche for so long The tumult may extinguish it. The storms of nature pass. The storm with in lingers. And unlike the vivid diplays above It has no visual manifestation. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 04:54 PM PST 0 • 1
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"The sky darkens, mirroring the storm of my soul...."