Hurricane

Her love was a tropical hurricane Drowning the souls who fell victim The wind would pick up at the smell of rain She never quite knew how to pick em She loved those lost and those in hiding She cared when the world gave up No factors played part, in her, deciding No such phrase as “enough is enough” Her gift was her unconditional love Her curse was her understanding A consistent, gravitational tug Attracting those, most demanding A rubber ball, she bounced about Not picky, but sticky as glue Each soul she touched, a love would sprout Always trapped, in another’s shoes