the next storm

after the storm
and its drench
withdrew its relentless command
I was left with a white blank page
and a pen in my hand
and a hole in my heart

and I began
this cumbersome task
to remove you
from every silent moment
that pierced my ear
from every gust of wind
that caressed my face
from every giving sun (and bestowing moon)
that provoked me to dance

I wrote you away
stroke by stroke

and after all of that
I wait
for the calm
before the next storm

© Copyright 2016 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved.

About Melissa Leigh

I believe that every life is full of endless moments that help you, hurt your, change you, inspire you, and allow you to mold yourself into the best version of yourself that you can possibly be. Stories exist in all of us and need to be shared in order to grow.
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