'surrounded By Storm Clouds'
she lifted her head
her eyes heaven bound
blue skies with no clouds around
the tears in her eyes
have gone
remembering the good times
brings a smile to her face
it is okay to be surrounded by storm clouds
in the midst of all the miasma
uncertainty and pain
you sometimes see things
so clear
it's like looking at them through
someone else's eyes
The Potter needed her all mushy and wet
for her to be fragile
to mold and shape her
into His perfect diagram
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
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