The StormA Story by Kathryn SmithI logged into Facebook. Bad idea. Gag.
I want to throw up. And I want to punch a wall. Why cant I be loved like everyone else? A lump in my throat. I want to lose it. I can't take it anymore. Rings on girls fingers. Love that they get. Love I've never had. My eyes looked to the window. Shocked. I looked again. The road! Just the road was gold from the sun. Lit up yellow. It took my breath away. I dashed upstairs to grab my music. I ran outside. But the glow was gone. So I walked down the road. The air was cold. But then slowly and surely.. The road grew gold again. And I saw my shadow appear. I turned around. The wind picked up. It hissed and it howled. Leaves scattered and darted through the air. Dirt and sand hurled at me. Its as if I was walking In a sunny tornado. The force of nature calmed me. And it reminded me that there is indeed a higher power. There are good things coming to me.
My hair whipped in the wind. Happy tears stung my eyes. I let the breeze through my fingers. And in a rush I jogged back home. And when I got to the door. The door I had closed before... Was a door I found open. The air held it that way. And so.. I walked in and closed it behind me. © 2017 Kathryn Smith |
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Added on September 5, 2017 Last Updated on September 5, 2017 Author
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