Deborah Cromer - Thunder

Another storm, and again we are without power
Cold, dark and quiet conquer time, hour after hour
The fire glows bright, warming my heart
Snapping and popping, it plays and dances in art
The poor trees, I wonder if they tire in the wind
Bending and swaying, back and forth violently without end
The ground so wet from the pouring down rain
Caught up in this moment, I have forgotten my pain
Only for a moment though, as my hurt begins to rise
Coming back with feelings, remembering the abuse and lies
Deep, intense pain from memories, still in my mind
I cannot forget or hide reality, or leave it behind

Deborah Cromer

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