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it wasn’t the unruly north wind
or a sudden change in season
nor was it a sharp edged truth
but a lie that blew in
upon the flutter of singed demon wings

an irrational and fearful gust
that silently claimed every part of my soul
corrupting every thought in my mind
attaching agendas without reason
growing thorns within each word
until they became so sharp
they could no longer be understood

but that didn’t stop me from thinking them
or spewing them out like venom
from lips that stood proud in distorted truth
accusing and hurting everything in their path
as the storm brewed growing stronger and stronger

riding lightening with righteous vengeance
believing in the moment and the lie
attacking an enemy that wasn’t
leaving a path of destruction without care
until the true power of the storm left me too
defeated along the wayside of life

as clarity dawned a new day
shame overtook my heart
realizing there were no words
that could possibly explain
a storm such as this

leaving all absolution
lost within recreated
and tainted rubble
-you standing on one side
and me on the other-

©LadyRaine