tempestuous

she asked for this ride through the storm
a chance to look it in the eye
a chance to boast that she survived
wounds and scars worn proudly
like a badge

she’s seen how a breeze that played
gently with wisps of her hair
could turn into a hurricane
destroying everything in its path
yet its passion she feels
she knows will keep her alive

one day this fire will burn her to ashes
leaving charcoal stains on the ground
but today she will ride the stormy wind
take in as much as her lungs can bear
her heart is full and there’s no
better feeling

~~~

written for a to z challenge. my theme: “senses”

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved

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