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A Peaceful Storm (14)

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She turns her head when storms come by
Her mind runs far away-
So easy when she learned to lie,
She had nothing to say.

Her hand holds tight to one last hope
And her spirit has long been broken.
But since he gave her a fraying rope
Her words are never spoken.

Hiding in her house of past
She has nothing but time.
She stares out windows of broken glass
And remembers when she was fine.

But every time the clouds come round
She worries more and more-
Could it be her fear to have found
Some peace within this storm?

As she steps out she wears her coat
But she's finally facing the rain.
She's letting loose of his old note
And crying away the pain.
This is number 14 in my 100 themes challenge- "Crying".

In the past week I have been MIA here on DA. The reason, you may ask? Well, I've been at a fair...
And at this fair I realized that I've been becoming quite peaceful. I have new friends, new adventures... Hopes and dreams. And I wrote this poem thinking about how I'm afraid to be happy, afraid to throw away the small "rope" my past left me.

I hope someone enjoys this
© 2012 - 2024 LassieBob
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Heart-in-my-Head's avatar
Hello, your poetry is always so memorable and provocative, and I love the subtle references to experiences of life in the country. Thank you kindly for sharing!