Rain,
So much rain.
It pours heavy down
Washing my face and cleansing my soul.
It's like the Lord above me answered my prayers of those once before.
I hear the storm come down like an explosion it releases.
Like a volcano bursting, its lava oozing down to the ground beneath,
Only one is meant to destroy and one to restore.
This is like my calling,
This is my sign.
The storm within me is ready to go.
It's like Mother Nature is telling me
It wants me to heal.
That it's time to let go.
-NQ
"The Storm Within"
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The Deepest Parts Of My Soul
Poetry"I'm a disease you can't heal Pimple that you can't get rid Leaving a scar" "It's funny How that simple cut Can effect so much of our lives" ....my innermost thoughts and emotions written across the page for all to see in attempts to heal mysel...
