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Joel A Doetsch
I see the tempest approaching.
It's coming towards me, black clouds with
Coming for me
I welcome it. Bring forth the pain, if you dare
I care not
I grow tired of being a leaf in the wind
with my destiny blowing me
any which way
I fight to remain in control
I will plant my feet firm in the soil
as the tempest, she's boiled, she's wild
she's fitful and riled
she wants to defile me
I will stand, lean into the wind as it tears at me
tears my clothes, tears at my skin
rocks and twigs and dirt attack
I lean into it, I savor it
I open my arms, welcoming
The rain comes down in dagger sheets.
It pelts at my face, but I will not shield my eyes
I will curse and I'll scream at the skies
a guttural roar
a primitive howl
I'm yelling for more
I'm mocking it now
my voice rings clear above the sound
of lightning and thunder
striking at the ground at my feet
A pain so sweet
The tempest, it throws everything
holds back nothing
as it blusters and wails
continues to falter and fail
down to a rumble
down to a pitiful bumble
I still stand
hands are fists
I'm covered in mud, soaked to the bone
filled with pride and warmth and glow
I survived this storm. I will survive the next.
I will survive you.
Will you survive me?
Feeling like things in my life are kind of chaotic right now. This made me feel better.
Joel A Doetsch
St. Louis, MO
(St. Louis, MO)
Marshall CB Hiatt
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