This poem is one to acknowledge what is within all of us: the Storm, which is often feared, but can also be a thing of beauty.
Never to be denied
The thunderous discontent that accompanies being ignored when it really should be feared.
Not feared, but revered.
How necessary it is to release the rage
Destroy comfort, birth a new age.
Hydrating life and maintaining onlookers' humility
Making sure everyone's prepared
for the possibility of no stability.
Both beautiful and unpleasant
the Storm is within us all
Providing an essential cleanse to prevent an ego's fall.
© LeTara Moore 2016