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The Storm

This morning I found a binder full of writings I did during a creative writing course I took back in high school. Here’s one of my poems…

The Storm

Watching the storm close in

is like seeing the world

with a clouded view


The rain begins falling

as someone is calling

out to a far away friend


I’ve felt this before

and never ignored

the thought that it could be again


But when I see your face

all I do is trace

all the flaws leading back to you


I’ll begin with the door

that’s been locked for so long

keeping mysteries I can’t figure out inside


The sun peaks out

to illuminate the sky

and remind me of times well spent


I’ll think of you now

as I think of you then

as the calm of the storm sinks in

©Emily Sankuer circa 2009

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