• Author B. D. West

My Cyclone

The cyclone whirls all around, Fills my ears, what a deafening sound. No one can see it but me. I stand firm. I am a tree. Today, I’m taking my power back . I’m still afraid, but still I will act. I am curious to know who I am now. I look in the mirror; there are new creases in my brow. I don’t recognize her, who is she? Light gone from her eyes, silent she came to be. But today, I take my power back. I’ll let in the sun, no more darkness, no more black. Maybe tomorrow I will look in the mirror and see A hint of the girl I once was, maybe the girl I could be. But for now, I’ll take a piece of my power back and make it my own. I’ll wait through my storm, my life, my cyclone.

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