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twistedscript — My Storm
Published: 2011-04-28 21:50:16 +0000 UTC; Views: 147; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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Description There is a storm raging.
The lights flicker and flash
and the wind howls as it throws itself
against the walls, thrashing
like a caged dog,
Rabid.
Mad with loneliness and abuse.
It snarls and growls and howls
as it tries to claw down the walls.
The trees are bending like straws,
grasping desperately to remain rooted.
Their leaves have long sense been stripped off by the bullets of water
that the sky sends hurdling down
at the speed of nothing and anything.
It stings everything bared to its gunfire.
I let it sting me.vI let the torrents of wind try to sway me.
Everyone else is inside,
Safe.
Warm.
Dry.
But not me.I stand in the bare, raw nature
and let it know that I Am Not Afraid.
The lightning strikes around me,
and for split seconds I can see myself reflected in the whips of fleeting light.
I stand in it and let it beat me.
Threaten me.
Unfurl all of its frustration upon me.
I let it know that I Am Not Afraid,
that it should'nt be afraid,
that it will never be tamed,
and that I would never try to tame it.
And I let it know that I Understand.
I gesture around and tell the storm that
all people know how to do is hide.
I tell it not to worry.
The wind dies down.
The rain lightens, and then stops.
The storm is passed,
and as the people begin to move
inside their houses,
I Fall On My Knees and Cry.
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twistedscript [2011-06-20 17:20:01 +0000 UTC]

the storm is a metaphor for a boy I love.

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