April 9th, 2004

i'm a horrible poet

it's black and it's white

lightning crashing all around me
thunder screaming in my head
rain like a waterfall
i am soaked to the bone
but i will not move from this place
gusts of wind in my mind try to blow me elsewhere
but i will not go
this is where i belong and i will not give it up

the sun visits me for a moment
i begin to feel warm and dry
then she takes her light away again

sometimes I can't find hope
sometimes happiness is out of reach
but my will stands, tall and strong and anchored
in this place
my space
and yours
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