My Incoherent Art
Published in Springfire RHHS 2001
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The storm

In the eye of the storm,
Surrounded by fire and brimstone,
Brief peace and calm,
But it is not the norm.

In the eye of the storm,
Trapped in a cage,
Surrounded by rage,
But it is not the norm.

But I found the sunny shores,
No pain searing my bones,
My heart filled with psalm
Fresh air filling my pores.

But I found the sunny shores,
able to turn the page,
and release the rage,
fresh air filling my pores.