when the storm comes


How hard it rains outside from the clouds

split wide open

The gutted sky spills the torrent of storm

no longer containable

No quiet in the thunder with all those jags

of brilliance

Making hard shadows in the corners

of hopeful shelter


How hard is it on the inside waiting to let go

for the split to come

Gutting old yesterdays to spill out from

the shadows

When the thunder must come in the brilliant

jags of Light

And the hard shadows soften and there is

no more hiding


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