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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PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
