She waits for the crash,
standing under the sky,
her amaranthine heart
anchored to the storm
as it rages on, unmerciful,
unpredictable,
just like her,
loathed and loved
And you’re afraid,
scared that the ground
will fall below her feet,
that she’ll be pulled along
with thunderclouds
and lightning bolts
I can see you wishing
to be the one to help her,
hoping your faith
will be her saving grace
But, the truth is,
there is a war beneath her skin,
and only she can calm the tempest
Breath of Words© 4/14/17
photo by Katherine Jung