I've been sitting here
for five minutes
trying to choose
my name.
Daughter of the storm.
The name lingers like a ghost
I'm interrupted by my
little sis.
I turn my computer away.
She makes fun of my poetry.
Daughter of the storm.
The name presses down on my chest.
Alone again,
I type each letter
like the universe will explode
when I finish.
This is how the world will remember me.
If the world remembers me at all.
Which it won't.
Daughter of the storm.
Stormy.
Who I am now.
It's all another mask.
It's just another lie.
Harmless.
But a lie just the same.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I'm the daughter of a storm
on the horizon
which could destroy everything.
This is how the world will remember me.
If the world remembers me at all.
Which I know it will.
Because the storm is brewing.
I won't destroy the world
but my storm will
and I will be the one who takes the blame.
After all, I'm the daughter of the storm.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
I've been sitting here
for five minutes
trying to choose
my name.
Daughter of the storm.
The name lingers like a ghost
I'm interrupted by my
little sis.
I turn my computer away.
She makes fun of my poetry.
Daughter of the storm.
The name presses down on my chest.
Alone again,
I type each letter
like the universe will explode
when I finish.
This is how the world will remember me.
If the world remembers me at all.
Which it won't.
Daughter of the storm.
Stormy.
Who I am now.
It's all another mask.
It's just another lie.
Harmless.
But a lie just the same.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I'm the daughter of a storm
on the horizon
which could destroy everything.
This is how the world will remember me.
If the world remembers me at all.
Which I know it will.
Because the storm is brewing.
I won't destroy the world
but my storm will
and I will be the one who takes the blame.
After all, I'm the daughter of the storm.
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