A storm that stayed in my head
Couldn’t move, and scare, but preferred to stay in bed
I immediately began to write the accord down
My sentences having a destination bound
I was writing as if there wasn’t a sound
The lights began to flicker on and off
However, I continued to write
It didn’t natter if I was full of fright
It didn’t matter if soon there would be no light
I knew my writing had a purpose
My inspiration had a devotion that needed to surface
A storm that tried to take my writing whole
But courage became victory and I had to be bold
I wrote through the storm
This is far from any norm
Life is about what do you want to achieve
The storm encouraged me in not being deceived
Goodness and value is what one will receive
A storm that had power
My writing being the every hour
The words, “Don’t be alarmed”
The storm, “I don’t intend to harm”
Immediately my write became a diary, which took affect
Write on and be strong, as the destiny is in the hands
My writing being a door knock
It’s the open heart with a welcome in
This is where my writing story all began.