Storm

the soft breeze of the palms swaying

the battle of the thunder like my mood

every strike is the hush of promises not kept,

every blow is the let down of everyone i know.

 

but, miraculously, the sunshine has made an appearance

and the storm has finally settled.

i’ve finally kept my own promises,

my own successes, i am driven.

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