Hurricane
There is a storm brewingbut I don't know where it will hit me
I can sense it
uneasy
as it tingles in my veins
tickles at the back of my mind
There is a storm brewing
followed by something beautiful
glowing and amazing
A storm to throw me off my feet and carry me higher
to rip me from limb to limb and heal me
to strip me down to my core
and rebuild me
There is a storm coming
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-08-15 at 23:29
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