A Storms Presence

Susceptible to its radiation,

Yet gravity draws me in.

Whether, it’s the wisdom of it’s wording,

or that connection from within.

I cannot say,

I cannot speak,

It’s in the darkness that I weep.

The weakness sets precedence,

It numbs the pain within. I crave that world,

Unconditionally,

Set sails as night-time filters in.

I cannot lie,

I cannot shriek,

It’s comfort of darkness I strive to meet.

And in the end,

What will be, will be.

The gravity of time,

Set silent in the sand

As the water fills and satisfies

The illusion of that mind.

I cannot deny,

I cannot withhold,

The draw of its presence

When the storm comes out.

15 Comments Add yours

  1. Powerful! And thanks for finding me at Roughwighting!

  2. Daily Poetry says:

    Wonderful how the storms represents unrest and then acceptance. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing and have a nice day!

    1. Thanks for the feedback 😀

  3. Jeff Flesch says:

    A lovely write, Nadine.

  4. kiangablog says:

    Wonderful poem. There is something about being in the midst of a storm. Wild excitement and a sense of fear mixed together!

  5. rulookingforjesus says:

    Great post

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