Thursday, September 30, 2021

The Sun and the Tornado, a poem written September 25, 2021







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