Bring it here, your storm inside
Bring them here, the clouds to be cried
Let that wind blow into my soul
Let it clear the debris and make me whole
Embrace me with the walls of wind
Against you, I will be pinned
So that the dark that chills you
Unveils my inner light, too
I will let my internal cracked land
Suck away the deluge in your hand
Let your eyes pour into my craggy aquifer, your rage
Let my eyes shine sunny in, and dry your tumult cage
Touch me, the sunbaked and stormy worlds to gain
Touch you, and let us heal our pain
2 comments:
Lots of imagery there about turning and using rage and pain to one's advantage for healing. Like the concept! (Uncle Larry would love the weather images!) Keep up the good work! Aunt B
Thank you, Aunt B! <3
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