Storm

sitting on the sand

head resting in hand

single tear rolling down my cheek

staring out at the sea

drowning in what will never be

tumultuous waves mirror my soul

biting wind so bitter

lip begins to quiver

heart aches to feel your warmth

tide lapping to and fro

unsure which way to go

internal storm ferociously raging

 

clouds cover the sun

as I turn to you and run

away from this storm I'll be free


(c) SA MacNeil