At first, It was electric.
Then, there was an explosion
That grew into a storm of chaos.
Eventually, the storm died down
passing slowly with each day of silence.
And any signs of a fire that once raged had
been extinguished.
By you.
I know I'm not worth the trouble.
I'm not easy or breezy like a
Fall day where everything feels
transformative-- the winds of change
swirling merrily.
I'm just hard to love.
Like a tornado
that sweeps everything and everyone into
her spiraling abyss.
In a constant state of destruction.
Why would the sun ever love the tornado?
When the tornado spins freely, the sun is
hidden trying to escape.
Buried and gasping for life behind the
clouds.
The sun is the calm after the storm.
BUT--
Everyone hates the tornado.
Because she doesn't notice her damage
until it is too late.
Until she's hurt. Not just herself.
Beyond repair.
Like buildings turned to rubble and dust.
Hear me read the poem here: The Sun and the Tornado Read by Me
