Storm of daybreak

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    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    Storm of daybreak

    Storm cells batter though the heavens,
    lightening flashes, painting the pitch black.
    Winds surge, carrying the thunder,
    fingers clenched, raising my head to scream back.

    The pelting begins, hammering me to my knees,
    this to match the slaming of my tears to the earth.
    Hair so heavy it clings to my flesh,
    inside something dies, to give birth.

    Animals flee an unseen force,
    predator and prey mingle as one.
    Beaten soil gives to shelter,
    as we all await the rising sun.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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