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Nightmare

Curled in the fetal position, snug and warm in the bed under the fluffy down comforter dreaming as day breaks. Then suddenly a storm brews and explodes through the large double-paned window lifting me up higher than I had ever been lifted before. Sucked up out of the warm covers, surrounded by broken glass but still in slumber but terrified, heart pounding trapped in a nightmare that doesn't seem to want to end. Then the alarm buzzes bringing back to reality falling, falling back down to the soft warm bed where dreams are made.
glass crunches with weight can't move for shattered pieces... tornado sirens
Life as known up until this time has changed. Trapped in fear any thunderstorm cower in a basement each time there is a cloud remembering, remembering that day when a horrific storm blew through my window. Inspired by one of the pictures in Debbie's contest page but not an entry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 5/4/2014 6:12:00 PM
I don't know why but this has to be one of my most favorite poems of your sara, it's just so full of personal emotion, I've been through three tornado's and can relate to it very well. I'm glad you enjoyed my poem, it means a lot to know that you enjoyed it so much. cheri
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Date: 4/29/2014 5:35:00 PM
Oh, Sara, this is something you will never forget. I actually passed out when a tornado came across my property back in Tallahassee. It sounded like a train. This is such a timely and well-written poem. I hope you never have to experience this type of fear again! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/29/2014 3:19:00 PM
Well understood growing up in hurricane territory here along the Gulf Coast...
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Date: 4/29/2014 2:32:00 PM
Yes, Sara, I remember those days well from my youth in Georgia. Of the special look and feel of those tornado-spawning skies. I no longer see them here in Massachusetts. Even when a storm approaches, the clouds are softer, not as sharp and rolling as those I remember. Yet there was a beauty to them I miss. And a feel to the air. Of awesome power. Not what you want to hear, I'm sure, in the midst of your "Nightmare" when you are in the path of this power. I enjoyed your work. It took me back...BH
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