Bereft Of The Open Storm Poem by Robert Hilary
Bereft Of The Open Storm
Sitting in silence bereft of the open storm that billows around my waking heart. The ice catches my tongue as the falling water soothes my soul. I am not lost within my depth. And the torrent is but a wilderness to tame. I am the receiver. The patient, silent observer. My mind is the storm. I am the stillness. My thoughts the wilderness.
Tuesday, October 18, 2022
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