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Fanessa Bendall Poem
There is that moment that you know the storm is coming
You can see it in the eye's of people you know
Feel it brew in everything around you
The storm is in the air
It comes with only one objective
The objective to destroy
To take what was and change it for ever more
Sometimes completely whipping out what once existed
Trying to save some things you start to prepare
Removing any place that it could get in
Moving valuables to safe places where they are out of reach
Also taking shelter waiting for impact
After some time the storm passes
You leave what you thought was a safe place to see that everything is gone
The storm has done what it came to do
Then moves on and starts all over again
You are left with nothing but a shadow of what you once had
Rebuilding is the only move
But nothing will be as strong as it was before the storm
No matter what you create you will never feel at home
Left to wonder the days away
Thinking back to the days before the storm
Wondering if you could have saved anything
To wish that the storm never was
It comes with only one objective
The objective to bring on change
Copyright © Fanessa Bendall | Year Posted 2012
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Fanessa Bendall Poem
Waiting for the day that all the troubles are gone
They are not just forgotten for a minute
But absent.
Waiting for the day when happy just is,
Where happy is an emoting not just a word,
Happy doesn’t have to be forced.
Waiting for the day when sleeping isn’t the best place to be,
When waking up is better than dreaming,
No dreams are better than life it self.
Will there be enough time,
Time to spend waiting for the time to wait for dreams to be true,
Time that seems it will never come.
Every thing comes to an end
So when will waiting come to and end?
Copyright © Fanessa Bendall | Year Posted 2012
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You never see it coming,
But you know once it has left.
It comes upon you like the tide,
Rapidly and engulfing everything in its wake.
Leaving nothing but shells.
Shells of what used to be home to live.
That is now left vacant on the shore.
There to ponder what they were or could have been.
Until the day the life returns and for a moment it is not what you were or could have been but what you are.
Then again from no were comes the tide.
Copyright © Fanessa Bendall | Year Posted 2012
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