Storm Of My Soul
By Shawen A. Greer
The sun is too bright for my bleak disposition.
Tell the rain to come and hide its rays,
Far above the dark gray clouds that harbor the lightning.
Let the rain join my tears and the thunder my cries.
Let the storm rage with fury and pound the earth
With the same force that my angered fists release my despair.
When the skies are no longer heavy with moisture
And my eyes begin to dry
The sun may return in all of its healing brilliance.
But, I'm not ready for that today.
(c) Shawen A. Greer 2001
