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written by: Darrin Reay



The fiery sky late at dawn
echoes a warning of thunder;
awoken by a ruthless storm
that makes my mind plunder
into itself.
Followed by a gentle breeze
as though it just wasn't there;
a dangerous voice saying "please,
it is so very rude to stare
at yourself."

A hurricane was yet to come
and to put my mind at rest;
that maybe if I was just gone
I would finally be blessed
by your presence.
But way up there a smiling face
managed to bring to life a light;
somewhere in this darkened place
my path was lit up bright
with acceptance.

Darrin Reay

Darrin Reay

I laugh, I write, I cry. I'm just me - whoever that may be.
Darrin Reay

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