Storms – for a friend

My head it is surging with the storms I contain
I cry when you sleep to hide from my pain
You awake and I smile, or take flight
Used to being strong I can’t show my plight
Wracked with guilt for the wrongs I perceive
And looking around me,  then do I grieve
You are the anchor that helps me to shore
The one who my being it’s centre is core
In trying to trace my backward steps again
I find it never erases the tumult and pain
But I do keep trying I know where I fail
And one day I might just allow myself to prevail 



Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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