Michelle Marek Poet I do not know?

Beyond the Storm Path

The pulsing sound beating off the ground fills the air with mist.
            Leaving vibrant little drops glistening in my hair. 
      Screaming louder and louder, seconds later, weakening to a dim.
      The gust of air becomes more powerful and begins to turn you to an angle.
    Your sound begins to roar once again, adding booms and flashes of something more.
              I seek light. I seek darkness. Then followed by the sounds of war. 
          The sounds get louder and softer after every strike of light.
                       Your sound begins to fade. 
             Your pulsing, your flashing, and your war zone all fades to nothing.
  Light begins to whisper through the darkness, becoming more and more obvious through 
every wakening moment.
       Now all that is seen is a shinning ball of gold glistening through out the day.

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John Ginesi October 29, 2013 at 3:26 AM You have just described the perfect storm, the thunder and lightning like a war zone and then light after the storm has passed, this is well described in your enlightenment of your poem, this is great poetry and you bring a new dimension to PS, I feel you may be a visionary style of poet who has the ability to capture expression and put it in writing, you have a great way of delivering your poem, feel free to read my poems, it may give you inspirations for new poems. John Ginesi