Center Of A Storm
Awakening in the center of a storm
the crashing of thunder
flashes of electric light
sharp, pelting rain
pinging against the windows
Your mind is whirling
like the wind
rushing through the trees
He stirs
thinking for a moment
that he heard your thoughts
Maybe you spoke them aloud
but his breath is a steady whisper
and you feel alone
Turning away
your cheek rests against the damp pillow
The cracks of lightning break open the darkness
remembering that you are safe
The nightmares that linger are not real
but sleep will not come
You could rouse him from his own dreams
curl your body against his warmth
the peaceful expansion of his ribs
pressed against your heart
flying away from what haunts you
Aching with need and want
asking for comfort would be too much to bear
Yielding to the night
you wait
until the morning birds sing
Angela Minard 2012©
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4 Comments:
After night comes morning. After the storm comes a peace.
Me asking for comfort is a storm to me. It may not make much since to you but when I have asked before I would only hear the thunder of there voices! I do love what you wrote.
I like this poem Angela. I have this strange romance with stormy weather. Stormy weather became my protection when I was a little girl being molested by my grandmothers, and mother. They were afraid of stormy weather. The sounds of thunder frightened them to their core. These women were strong tenacious women to me. When it stormed I felt they were subdued under submission. They didn't even speak a word when it stormed. It was the only time I felt I could have quietness within me. I was the calm inside the storm. Grandmothers are dead now but mother's here and still so afraid of the stormy weather. Me, I still welcome it and when it comes I'm still the calm in the midst of all the thunderous weather...Love your poetry Angela. Hope you're having a good day...RiRi
You will get there. That I believe.
I really do {{{hugs}}}
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