My Little Helpless Storm Poem by Diana Ballesteros

My world was tranquil, passive, and beautiful. little storms here and there. But peaceful. As my sunshine grew her storms were becoming less and the sun was always pleased, however You came along and my life became full of storms in a short amount of time, however in a short amount of time I learned to see the beauty in them. which inspires me to write about them. I learn how to still your storm.
My little helpless storm; how I love you.
I am amused seeing you cast your thundery temper. Because when I hold you in my arms, your tempers seem to quiet down, the sun seems to come out as you smile, and tears dry on your rosy cheeks.
My Helpless storm child, how I love you.
We both so alike, we both have a thundery temper; we both feel the smallest emotion become a full-blown hurricane. You mirror my own temper. you may flood a city all for a piece of candy, that has falling to the ground.
My little helpless storm how you go casting rains, and whales of wind. Seeing everyone run away from, you I stand near to embrace you. Letting you know it's all alright They are as short as winter days but powerful as a livid cyclone; I have learned to adore them every time. My stormy temper child how much I love you with all your temper. I only hope you can learn to clench them and make them into beautiful fragments of art. because in every storm there is beauty hidden in them. I with time learned to become a storm-catcher and plaster them into paper using a pen. letting my own storms and fury winds. be capture in paper, I have learned to take an ugly emotion, to let others know they may not be the only ones that have been through something sad. My little helpless storm, how much I love you.