Storm

by Lisa Hall
(Colchester, UK)

There is a storm coming

Building coils of dread, tighter

I can feel it in every sharp breath

Is it time for fight or flight



There is a storm coming

But will it wash away

Will it cleanse and repair

Or will pain remain



There is a storm coming

The greyness fills me

A leaden weight within

Like spadefuls of cloying wet sand



There is a storm coming

It's anger is loud, it brings thunder

The greyness wraps me

In a blanket of familiar pain



There's a storm coming

Do I hide from the dark

Or dance in the streaks of light

How will I know the difference