The Debut of Storm

Storm made no sound when the doctor pulled her from her mother's womb and handed her to the nurse. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. She was a grayish blue and her face was in an agonizing twist. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. She felt handled for the first time, and she didn't like their clinical non-caring touches. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees, and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. She screamed at the coldness of the table she laid on and the frightening and unfamiliar sounds that surrounded her. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees, and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. She was not cognizant of the desperate movements in the room to keep her mother alive. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. She closed her eyes against the dim light in the room and screamed. Her screams were weakened by the monotonic sounds of the generator and the flat-line of the heart monitor. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. She laid forsaken in a plastic heated cell with no perception of her fate. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. For she was a happy spirit when she was with them. They did not share with her the mountainous sorrows she was destined to have. They did not tell her of the strange gifts of inextinguishable pain of the soul. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees, and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. Although they had a special affinity with her, they knew that they had no power of intervention, and they could not return her to the many creature forms of freedom. And the angel's sighs uprooted mighty trees, and their tears covered the land and swell the rivers, for they knew, they knew. copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake by Mary E.W.Stephenson and inspired by the book Torsional Storm by Mary E. W. Stephenson.