The Chaos of The Storm

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

The river cascades down my road

And submerges my bare feet,

Tugging at my ankles

And pulling debris along the way.

My clothes begin to gather the weight of the rain.

White light changes the sky before my eyes

With the drums of God crashing through the air

Not a second after.

I am the only one fool enough to be out here –

And I know I cannot stay,

But the chaos around me

Soothes my soul.

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