This Poem Is How I Feel

Sometimes on the road of life Change becomes the norm When you think, “The sky is true” The horizon brews a storm Some storms last but a minute Like a ship they sail right by Other storms seem to be As endless as the sky Some storms come with a flood As life gets washed away Other storms shake the ground As mountains crumble into clay Storms come in many sizes They come in many shapes Storms come in many forms Some bless while others rape As we face the storms of life They change who we are Sometimes, we’re the clouds Other times we’re the stars Storms have one thing in common One day they too shall pass As a car rolls to a stop Storms run out of gas After the storm has passed us by A seed sprouts to a flower Each petal seems to be Exuding strength and power I have weathered many storms Their lines map my face In their wake I have found Love is my saving grace I don’t know what this poem means I don’t know if I ever will All I know is that right now This poem is how I feel