Hurricane

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in this poem, my life is compared to a hurricane based on my connection with my mom.

Submitted: March 21, 2018

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Hurricane

My life is a hurricane.

Sometimes there's a calm,

Other times, it's a disaster.

Mother here, mother there,

But my dad will go nowhere.

Sometimes I hope to find the eye,

Wondering if my light will ever die.

Everything a mess,

Pieces of the puzzle scattered.

Trying to put it back together,

But the wind keeps blowing them away.

And sometimes I try my best not to fall down,

But we all know, even the strongest trees hit the ground.

Not ever knowing if the birds will chirp,

Not even knowing if the sun will shine,

I will keep walking to find the eye.

And even if I fail to succeed,

The eye will just find me.

The roaring thunder distracts me,

I look on to something new.

And the storm will become apart of me,

I don't know what to do.

The pouring rain fills inside of me,

sadness has apeared.

Water flowing from my eyes,

I need those who are dear.

Not ever knowing if the birds will chirp,

Not even knowing if the sun will shine,

I will keep walking to find the eye.

 


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