Soul Storm

by Caitlin Eha

I am the storm

Inside, I cannot

Be still—the wind

Fights, tears at me

Battering, blinding

The rain falls, flies

In my face, like

Bullets, biting.

The lightning courses

Through me—power

Rising up, striking out

Electricity—is it

Hurting, or healing

Clouds covering, their

Darkness smothering

Light, dark—lightning, cloud.

Storms destroy, and

Storms erase, but

Then I could be

Remade, reformed

When the old has been

Washed away, cleaned

And then I would be

Purified by fire, air, and water.

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