calm before the storm
Before she spoke, it was calm.
Like it would be before a storm.
It was as if the tree were swaying back and forth.
And when the intensity hits, the trees bend just slightly.
That's what she was like before she speaks.
No one expects her small, petite form to withhold such strong words.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
