Poem: Move

Stuck in letting go but feeling free in the willing to stay.

Trying to move forward, but the storm keeps pushing you back.

You try to make things okay, but what is there to be okay about.

The storm is coming closer, but you still cannot move.

You start to cry, but tears fall down your face.

What is happening what is wrong with my feet or is it my soul.

The wind is pushing closer and there is nothing standing around.

You try again, and you still cannot move.

This is it you have given up hope.

Then you stop worrying and let everything be.

Then you became free.

Now you can move.

Poem: Our Storm

The storm is here.

The lighting and thunder scare me.

Yet I cannot run from it.

There is something about it that draws me.

The wind is blowing everything from around.

Things that have given me joy are no longer there.

As they pass me by, I do not reach out to help.

I cannot even say their names.

Once the winds stop, so does my yearning for them.

The rain is coming harder then I have ever heard before.

I am not scared; the hard sounds calm me.

As other run and hid, I just sit and listen as it drowns out their screams.

Once it stops, I can no longer hear, and I do not care to look for them.

The storm has come and gone, and now I am at peace.

Poem: I don’t know

Back to life as if nothing has change

Yet as I look around only dust and dirt remain

From the people that used to hang around the corner store

To the old man begging for change down the way.

You rush to check on your love ones

Then you remember that they are not there

The children are not running around outside

And the oil is no longer dripping from your uncle’s car

The shelter you hid in is suddenly gone

But there is a light that is shining bright over there

You see a familiar face that has been gone for years

When you touch her face it makes you feel real?

As soon as you turn your head, she is gone with the dust

Like the man down the street or the neighbor in the front yard

As you look around trying to see if this is real

You wake up and weep for things that has disappeared.



I just felt as if I needed to write something so I wrote this. I am still figuring it out.

The Storm

How many people have been through a storm? I am not talking about bad weather type of storm. I am talking about a life storm. I have been through a lot of storms in my life, but I would not necessary call them storms. I would call them turning points. The reason I would call them that is because when you go through a storm at the end of it is lesson that you would learn.

I would say one of the biggest storm I faced was in 2017. I will not go into detail about the situation, but it was something that I never though that I would experience. It seem as if every where I turn something unexpected would happen, and I did not know how to handle it, or if I wanted it to be handle. The situation was not dire, but it showed me that it was not all bad, and how to get through certain situations.

I am saying all this because one, there is storm in my area now, and that I could not think of anything to write. You just have to remember that after the storm is over, you will get to know the true meaning of the storm, and what it was meant to show you. It may not be the lesson that you want, but the turning point is the part that will leave you with an open opportunity that you might not understand.