The Storm

Churning and roiling Burning and boiling Raking and screaming Shaking and heaving Smile on my face Decorum and grace Can’t let them know What’s taking place Behind these brown eyes Discerning and proud Ironically hiding Sheathed in a shroud The battle in progress Untamed and lawless I can’t keep this up My efforts seem pointless But ho! Through the fog I’m delivered a lifeline One last chance at hope For this faltering bloodline It’s the love of my loved My birds come to roost As though I’d sent a dove When my heart craved a boost