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Writer's pictureMartha Ryan

Nature's Storm

It's cosy here

In this depression

When the curtains

Finally close


Here, I can surrender

Into sweet sadness

That extends far beyond my toes


A smile here, a twinkle there

Will I ever laugh once more?

I know not a future

Past submissance to an empty floor


I allow myself to crack & crumble

Down to the very last cell

Permitting the depth

Of human experience

So often shunned

Quickly

Stigmatised unwell


But I do not dare make myself wrong

Nor shame an inch of my being

Instead, I welcome each fragmented part

That repairs my soul by feeling


So for now, I close my curtains

While I wrap myself up warm

Allowing emotions to become weather

A silent surrender

To nature's storm

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