Storm

Storm


Before the storm it was quiet and tense
But soon it comes, washing all pretenses,
Of things that appear to be but weren’t,
Of trees that stood up tall but bent.

Winds swooping put the fences down,
Things that are closed in are blown.
So much of what we feel is kept inside.
Parts of us that we want to hide.

Struggles with right and wrong
Principles that we have known.
Keeping us grounded for tomorrow
Meant to avoid hurt and sorrow.

Dance away with the wind
Let it blow and touch your skin
Careful with what slips away
It might not come again your way.
KBS