Storm

The stillness of the night

I can only hear

The raindrops sliding down

the window

The clock softly ticking

The wind swiftly blowing

mad

While the pen glides

Across the paper

Trying to catch up

With the thoughts of my mind

With the feelings of my heart…

And I do not know

How to shape some words

How to write some lines

So that they convey

The inner turmoil

Of the stormy night

And yet I do know

That on the road to being

A fully grown woman

An honourable human

Many of those words

Many of those lines

Will be blown away

Will be washed aside

And there should not be

No regrets

No simple good byes.

Written on January 2006.