by C. Elizabeth Grey

Created on: February 16, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

The power in the wind stirs me,The storm is so huge.

With every drop of rain,

Comes a longing deep inside me.

My face upturned,

My heart in awe,

when it struck me.

A flash of lightning

hit the tree

But a greater flash

Inside

told me who I was.

The rush of the wind

The chaos above,

Revealed

Me

Completely.

I am chaos too.

Within I am a struggle

A war

A wind.

My hair is blown

My coat is wet

My face covered in

Small

Wet

Raindrops.

Yet I love the wind

With every part of my being.

The deepening darkness above

Connects with me like no other natural source.

I am a part of it.

The struggling wind

The powerful drive

The blackening sky

Is me.

I am struggling

I am driven

I am blackening

Inside.

Thus the storm calls to my heart,

Thus my face is twisted in despair

I want so much to be a wind.

My eyes are filled with tears as my heart aches.

So much

So much

so much

What will I do?

I ache.

The storm is gone soon

And I weep desperately to the ground.

Hoping I will pass as swiftly

For deep inside the

Storm

Rages.

An infinite connection echoes in

The wilds of my soul.

I thirst for rain

I cry for wind,

I clench my fists for blackness.

If only I

were

there

In the eye of the storm.

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