Safe From Harm
The rain like an army of crazed crickets in an over sized paper bag,
Or the drum roll of anxious fingers on my writing pad
Wind blows with the force of one thousand story book wolves,
Navigates the skyline and challenges the weather striken walls
From within what seems to be the eye of the storm a light quiver, delicate but true
It wavers with stray wisps of breeze, as they find their way through cracks, laiden with tales of toppling trees
But in this safe place, nestled away from harm the beacon burns regardless, with inner strength radiates calm
To protect the dancing flame, keep all windows bolted, never open up the door,
Alleviate the barrage, fight the light no more
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