Nov 14, 2006 13:48
Here she comes
I wrap myself in my rain slicker
and tie my hat under my chin
I see the tornado touchdown miles away
No one else sees.
It comes towards me in all it's power, in all it's fury
Sometimes I run
Sometimes I hide
Sometimes I face it head on in the flawed notion that I can make a difference
It never matters
She always chases me, finds me, defys me
and suddenly the spinning tunnel is all around
Overtaking me and I am tossed
tossed and thrown
guilty only of being in the way
My heart and soul are ripped
Clinging to my slicker I try to save my being
but my hat rips loose and flys away leaving me cold and exposed
and then it stops
Spewing me from it's angry mouth
There I lie, battered and bruised
No longer even worthy of being it's toy
Sometimes others help me up
dust off my britches and send me on my way
Sometimes no one notices
I drag myself to safety
and sit licking my wounds
She is asleep now
and tomorrow there will be Sunshine
-Lauren Hall