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Dec 4
I walk out my front door into the tempest
The wind and the rain surround me,
The wind buffets me, just like my emotions do,
The rain pours down my face combining with my tears.

I look up at the sky and all I see are dark stormy
clouds, reflecting my inner turmoil.
The lightning flashes and the thunder rolls, like
my thoughts of just how I can escape this torment.

I slowly walk down the dark street, walking past
empty and dark homes. And think
to myself that they are just like my life.
I have one purpose in mind that,

I am going to once and for all escape this tempest.
How I wish I could find just one reason not to feel
so much pain as I do right now.
I continue on, with what I plan to be my last stroll.

I am so deep in my thoughts that I don’t realize,
that the rain and wind have begun to lessen.
That the storm clouds have begun to break up, and
that blue patches of sky are beginning to show.

As I continue walking, a patch of clouds part and
let a ray of sunshine through.
The ray of sunlight hits me, and I stop in my tracks.
It feels so warm and comforting,
 
And then I realized that the storm had broken.
Both outside and inside.
Yes, there are still clouds on the horizon,
but for now, the storm has passed.
Written by
David
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