Penable Thursday Poetry Competition – STORMS
Raging storms have all gone by,
Bending and breaking the whole of me.
I have shivered, I have trembled,
Wandered and got lost in the tempest.
My ship has sunk and settled down,
At the dark bottoms of rough violent seas,
where something called light was unheard.
I have seen death, I have been shattered,
the dark dungeons have held me tied.
Then I saw me growing gills and fins,
thanks to the depth that kept me safe.
Storms were outside but underneath,
the calmness retained its calm.
When I thought I was being drowned,
My destiny had some different plans.
I was revived and life breathed into me.
And when I came outside that place,
I was storm ready –
A windmill so strong and bold,
I could tame the wildest of storms,
And a fish too-
I could survive the tossing tempest.
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