THE STORM
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
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A cloud formed on the horizon,
I knew a storm was on the way.
I searched and ran for cover
While the sky darkened to gray.
I curled up scared beneath a tree
For protection from the storm.
As the heavens began to drizzle
I thought that I was safe from harm.
The rain poured down, the thunder rolled,
The lightening struck the tree.
Everything came crashing down.
The storm was right on top of me.
The weight of all the branches
Were crushing through my soul.
The rain mixed with my teardrops,
It was all out of control.
I didn't even try to move
Or try to find the light.
I lay there underneath it all
Thinking I had lost the fight.
I listened to the thunder
I felt the pouring rain,
The lightening flashed around me,
My body filled with pain.
My mind was reminiscing
Of the days before the strike,
Back when things were calm and clear,
When I could see the light.
My memories sustained me
Until I regained my strength.
I cried for all that came before
And I cried for where it went.
I reached out for the branches,
One by one threw them aside.
Although bruised and battered
It wasn't me that died.
The storm continued through the night
Then finally morning came.
The sun shone down upon me.
But nothing felt the same.
The gray cloud still surrounds me,
Through the haze I see the dawn.
The sun may never shine as bright...
But I've survived this awful storm.
© 2009 - Christine Ross
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