Storms

I searched my silent soul
To look for the choice words
Trapped in a darkened hole
To be written instead here first
Warmth turned to hurt and anger
As you let the rainfall pour onto me
No umbrella for me to stand under
Visions blurred to what we can’t see
Good enough is only half the truth
In a life we play out each day
Casting shadows under the roof
Where you insist we all must stay
We each lick our wounds
For the hurting marks are there
As we brace for another round
Of the storms you always share
Lost to where you will go
In a place I refuse to know

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