When It Storms
The thunder is a metaphor of the frustration I feel.
The rain – my tears.
The way the winds rip through the trees and destroys pieces of a living being –
just as I rampage in a whirl-wind breaking the spirit of myself and of the ones I love.
When the storm subsides, I cry no more.
My clouds have exhausted themselves.
Although the sun breaks through,
I am left with the guilt of being so harsh
of lashing out…
At the end of the storm,
I find a calm,
but not the peace I was hoping to find.
poem by Stacy Rodriguez
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