The Perfect Storm and Me
One that only I can see.
That’s what the perfect storm would be.
It would start off with a gentle drizzle.
Then soon, all the ponds are full.
Flooding, and uncaring.
Feeling a sense of bearing.
Only I can see.
Through the storm, which destroyed a tree.
A perfect storm is that one I fought.
The perfect storm is the one I caught.
Only I.
I tried…
Now, I am apart.
A part.
Of what went astray.
A storm I could have kept at bay.
But will eventually go away.
Clouds are now soft today.
Outside the hospital.
Felling a lull.
Only I can see…
Now that I’m free.
I might go get a burger and fries.
My sister and I.
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