My Mother once told me I had a storm inside
Just like her
And my grandfather
I suppose that is something I have known for years
The thunder loud and abrupt and sometimes frightening
The wind strong enough to uproot trees
The lightning bright and blinding
The rain that causes floods and causes damage to irreplaceable things
The things that make everyone to run and hide out of fear
A brutal violent sometimes beautiful storm
A punch to the wall amongst the violent winds brings it down
The harsh lightning like blindsighting words and actions from someone they trust
The tears that flood the grounds weeping for those who no longer can and those who won’t
Destructive Disastrous and sometimes beautiful
Just like my mother
Just like Me
Atlas Ez Poetry 