stormIf only the storms stayed outside,
Raged over islands and tropical trees,
Raining torrentially
Miles from me
While my roof holds tight.

Instead it fractures my heart,
Tosses my spirit with a strength
That throws me off my feet
Destroys any sense of equilibrium.

Balance exists no more
Logic flees my home
Pressing me first against a crumbling wall
Threatening I will become a wayward kite.

Calm escapes
My nerves go to their edge
Pleas, nor prayers remedy my state.
The barometer rules.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia