Winds, clouds
rain
sweep in
pummeling
the ground
the roof
collapsing the sky
upon the earth
fury
of the waves
the storm
rises
releases
the anger
rips through
my own
inside
storm
comes out
in words
pummeling
the hearts
of lovers
and I regret
washed up
water detritus
the flood
recedes
left
empty
anger residue
as the mud
the silt
remains
my angry storm
explodes
so fierce
and as it recedes
what damage
have I done
I make amends
dream of respite
wanting the calm of sunny days
what do I do
when the angry storm
has gone
I plant
seeds
in the mud
the silt
the nutrients washed up
from ancient
cores
I plant
hope
love
forgiveness
and practice
accepting
letting go
moving on
down the rows
in the flower beds
under orchards
of green apples
slowly ripening
the angry storm
feeds
something
a release
but
careful
to let it all go
to pause
caution
in the wind
the speed
the energy
don’t let
the angry storm
do irreparable damage
to the fragile
bonds of love
of kindness
this is my tightrope
my journey
my dance
with angry storm
whipping me into a frenzy
and landing me
on the shore
once more
reaching for
forgiveness
compassion
for myself
heal
troubled waters
this troubled heart
these shards of anger
splinters that remain
let go
before they grow
to angry storm
once more.