I wrote this poem when I was a junior in high school. I found it when I was on an airplane coming back from the Bay. I was home but wasn’t home at the same time; this poem reflects that sentiment.
The storm hovers over yonder shore
Weeping in sorrow over the barren moor
Its tears drowning the silent hills
While all else is calm, all else is still
The storm lets out a desperate cry
As the singing winds heave shuddering sighs
Singing tongue-tied like tumbleweed
And the heart of the storm, broken, bleeds
Blood running cold over lichen rocks
As the ships watch on from the other dock
The lonely sea drinks its fill
Water dripping off the window sill
Forlorn sky dreaming of the delicate sun
Who left mother earth undone
Yet a storm so fragile is still so strong
Its sister winds hum a battle song
The lone girl traversing the empty plain
Fears the storm’s wrath, feels the storm’s pain
Battering her soul until nothing remains
Until her spirit’s in pieces inside her narrow frame
A lone girl seeking but can never find
Why life to her has been especially unkind
Ever searching like the vengeful storm
Only wishing for a fire’s warmth
Lost in winter’s tightening hold
Waiting to be found in the everlasting cold
The storm in her heart has never left
Instead has left her alone and bereft
Her tears wear down her iron will
While all else is calm, all else is still
The storm ceases weeping and leaves behind
A beaten down girl who is almost blind
She cannot see the ships on yonder shore
She cannot leave behind her internal war
So she waits for the end of this winter chill
While all else is calm, all else is still
Ellamental Thoughts 