THE STORM As i wait for the rain To storm the power My soul is mixed With all this emotion Happy, sad Calm and hectic All together Time stands still As it rushes by I can't wait to feel The first drop of rain To wash away The confusion of the future This transition will swirl It's nervous swirl My body is a vessel For all I need to know A place for love As pure as it gets A sexual encounter Would pollute My pure clear breath I think of things Of friends of moments wait for the bombardment Of fatal components Feeling so small It reassures me That my place in the world Can still be important As a human so limited The part of my brain I use the path I strain to escape These things Are destine for beauty But destiny Needs a helping hand I know I have the power To be free The will Has been growing inside The strength Has come to ignite The spark I need To live on my terms Through the sun covered trees I find my dreams Through my adventures The lessons I've learned Will help me discover The live i really need Away from pouting bosses Away from doubting friends To a place I can be with reason A place i can really believe in One day I will truly say I'm happy With a smile And a laugh I'll look back at the past The first drop of rain Hits my expressionless face And I Think no more ONE MORE FOR THE DREAMERSBirth sign: Gemini
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Chris Vine.