Poetry

The Fire of my Storm

Posted on by Chrissy

Inside my chest

is a raging child

she buckles up her seat belt

and waits for the accident

it is coming

it always does.
I remember her at six

how the piano freed her soul

and anger burned her wings

in burial grounds

where her mother met her fate.

This storm inside her at sixteen

tore apart all her friendships

these addictions to people

taught her about toxicity.

Now at thirty-four

she sleeps alone

and waits for the shores

of her youth to be

taken by the roads she missed.

She is a calm wave

waiting for her destiny

and lightening.

11 comments

  1. Chagall · June 17, 2017

    Return once again to the piano. —CC

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  2. Eric · June 17, 2017

    Love this, Christina. 💕

    Liked by 1 person

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  3. Deepak · June 18, 2017

    Impressive peice of poetry penned amazingly.

    Like

    Reply
  4. Deepak · June 18, 2017

    Impressive peice of poetry penned amazingly.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply
  5. TheFeatheredSleep · June 19, 2017

    Omg i adore this!!!

    Liked by 1 person

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