I Am The Twin Flame Of Hurricanes
As I live on the sidelines
I will never be known as a pet dog’s bark
Or for that matter a sleepy cat’s meow,
I’m more like virgin wilderness personified
As my friends gather at my wolf’s howl.
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I’ve no fables of dragons and swords
Disappointed with no fairies and queens,
Nor sweet little elves or even dwarfs
No fantasy warriors or anything in between.
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I buck at society’s rules and regulations
I have my own moral compass as I set sail,
Breezing through my days, I steer my course
While headstrong winds whip up a gale.
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What does society’s norm really mean
Surfing the monster waves on autopilot,
Following the flock of farmer’s sheep
Accepting when told, yellow is now violet?
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I am happy on the sidelines as an outcast
Aware I am both a freak and a twin flame,
I brave Mother Nature’s destructive voice
Realising I‘m the twin flame of hurricanes.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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