This is a strange day,
The wind is blowing,
The trees waving frantically,
Trying to warn me that,
A storm is brewing,
Coming our way…
Dark clouds rolling in,
Electricity in the air,
I could always feel it;
Hiding beneath my skin-
Right there…
My hands are so cold,
My arms tingling,
Hair rising on my arms…
The storm’s here-
Lightning cracks across the sky,
And the thunder echo’s in my chest,
I know I should go in,
But I am fighting the storm within…
The sky cracks open,
And spills down rain,
That can’t wash the stain,
Of my tears away,
Why can’t you let me be free again?
Those long lovely summer days,
I spent in my forest,
Seem like a dream,
I want to go there again,
Be free!
Not think of anything,
Let the wild sage brush against my skin,
Watch life flow in gentle blue skies…
Release me!
I need to be free!
You can’t hold me here,
A slave to your needs!
I run and run in muddied fields,
But you follow my trail,
Don’t you understand?
I don’t want to love you!
You cloud my mind with words,
I don’t want to hear!
This storm building within,
Will destroy me,
Unless you set me free!
Quintessentially you!! Which means the poem paints a vivid and lasting picture a n d reverberates with honest and deeply-felt
emotion. B r a v a !!!! 'Pea' <3
"My hands are so cold,
My arms tingling,
Hair rising on my arms… "
This describes my reaction every time I encounter a spider in my house. But aside from my insectile phobias Sis, this poem describes in my mind how people wait for change to happen, instead of changing in the midst of their emotional storms. Felt this way through my husband's recovery from his cancer surgery recently. Friends who cared about my welfare as a caretaker actually MADE me take a break, attend a poetry reading, invited me to dinner.
I can truly say that it calmed my storm; gave me a better focus on how to track them in the future, and what to do to prevent myself from becoming an emotional casualty.
Thank you for writing this,
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Within us all there dwells the primevil spirit of our ancestry, Longing to be freed from the turmoil of the present, struggling to return to the warmth of the Forest from which we came.
Wonderful expressive write, Retta. I find storms hugely energizing. We don't get enough of them around here for my liking. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace. Regis
Many emotions; I like the metaphor of "the storm within" that the story projects. Your poem captures exquisitely our natural instincts for survival and the distrust we have in other humans. A return to nature is a safe haven for many of us in heart, soul, and mind. Nice write.
Very gripping and intense.
I believe in finding the right person, feeling somehow completed by the union-most connected, yet most free.
People seldon pay enough attention to freedom, yet it is as important as anything for wholeness.
Best wishes,
John
This poem runs to the edge and back again. The pain and emptiness of a broken heart or perhaps an abused heart is a pain that traps one in their own prison stronger then any bars could.
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emotion. B r a v a !!!! 'Pea' <3
My arms tingling,
Hair rising on my arms… "
This describes my reaction every time I encounter a spider in my house. But aside from my insectile phobias Sis, this poem describes in my mind how people wait for change to happen, instead of changing in the midst of their emotional storms. Felt this way through my husband's recovery from his cancer surgery recently. Friends who cared about my welfare as a caretaker actually MADE me take a break, attend a poetry reading, invited me to dinner.
I can truly say that it calmed my storm; gave me a better focus on how to track them in the future, and what to do to prevent myself from becoming an emotional casualty.
Thank you for writing this,
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
A well written piece that calls to my inner self.
Thank you for sharing this.
Robin
Ron
and even though it seems sad there are lessons to be learned in this write
Though, I think only self, can set self free.
Best wishes
Reindeer, this is Beautifully expressed.xo
A feeling that does definitely imprison a soul and a heart.
Exquisite!!
TRASK
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
The power of your emotions within matches the power of the storm raging outside--dynamic piece! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Love Tinka
I believe in finding the right person, feeling somehow completed by the union-most connected, yet most free.
People seldon pay enough attention to freedom, yet it is as important as anything for wholeness.
Best wishes,
John
Felix
Paul;-}
Grat write as always Rein
Haunting pic....
Hope your doing super....
those who would keep you bound.Haunting Reindeer
Eileen