Glen Hope, PA USA
There is no calm before the storm.
Long before the silence is broken;
the clouds set in.
I find myself trembling in the darkness,
waiting for the first outburst.
Why must it always be this way?
I can shut my eyes to the lightning;
but the thunder still roars;
and my tears fall like rain.
Long after the storm has passed;
the effects remain.
( I post this poem because I am amazed at the talents displayed here...there is not a single poet here that has not written a better poem than this one and I think there are many of you that should get them out somewhere besides here. This poem is one of about 15 that I have published and also won the 1999 President's Recognition For Literary Excellence Award. I do not say this to brag, but only to show you all what you can do with a bit of determination. Good Luck!)
"Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald