Hurricane Days
When having low or bad days becomes rare, but not impossible.
I am glad to say the days
are few and far between.
I’ve traded out my blues and grays
for magical yellows and greens.
Cloudy days have pulled apart
to clear almost radiant skies,
but Nature toys with hurricanes,
and yet I am always surprised.
For when the storm returns,
crashing through in its way,
in my heart and in my head,
it is simply another day.
“We have faced this storm before”,
and I know my words are strong,
but like the trees in the angry winds,
they waver as though they were wrong.
“It’s been too long”, we start to panic,
“We have completely run out of supplies!”
I am swimming without a life jacket
As the flood waters start to rise.
And in an instant, the storm clears,
Washing all of my fears away.
If I in this have learned one thing,
Storms are too weak to come every day.
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
Hello! I'm Lizzy, a poet and fiction/fantasy writer. I've been creating fiction since I was a child, making up and acting out stories. I started writing my stories when I was 9, and poetry when I was 11!
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