A Poem: The Storm Within – By Autumn Boyet Stinton (May 8, 2017)


I feel the chill brush across my skin…
            A memory flashes and the rain begins.

 No gradual arrival or warning drop…
            An emotional deluge comes and will not stop.

 A thunderous jarring felt deep in my bones…
            Reality slips and the wild wind moans.

 In a flash of anger, lightning bursts out…
            The storm gobbles up my feral shout.

 Disorienting energy, light and deafening sound…
            My spirit lurches and leaves the ground.

 Tethered by binds that are not my own…
             Beyond this body my being has grown.

Darkness claws to close the gap…
            Pain and the past long my soul to trap.

 Yet in the storm’s relentless fury…
            I am at peace, comforted and without worry.

 Knowing darkness is only here tonight…
            To make clear my path to the healing light.

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