And suddenly I am taken
to my inner child self.
In my dad’s arms,
a haphazard scramble,
towards a shelter for help.
But did this storm start
In the sky or my heart?
The front of my life colliding with my body.
Will it linger and stay to cause me anguish every day?
The wind picking up, pushing me away.
The rain feels like it’s watering my darkness inside.
That’s why I was hoping he’d be the...
