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Eye of the Storm
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Last night I dreamt of a violent thunderstorm, one that would quickly ravish the land. I stood on my back porch watching and listening, the storm’s power engulfing me. In the storm I am light, as if shadows could be inverted to shine in dark times. The thunder comes as heaven's drum-roll, the invitation for me to take to the stage and show that I have what it takes to stay strong until the calm and gentle days return.
the sky’s drummer strikes,
thunder rolls across the clouds,
a beat raw and pure.
it resonates in my bones,
a primal song of power.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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