The Tempest Met Its Match

She wanders the earth in solitude, although she is a beacon that attracts the rain,

Constantly caught off guard, dripping wet with no chance of escape,

The world lashes around her, the wind whips her silly,

As she huddles in upon herself, wishing it was the warmth of the sun in which she is draped.

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She runs from the wildness, the destruction, the angry torment,

The unrelenting drops of the Universe’s tears and cries,

The lightning lashes around her, threatening,

And thunder screams from the heavens, booming across the skies.

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Then a change in her life beckons and she happily enters a brewing storm,

Caught in a blistering tornado of every day life; tossed and turned,

Battling to keep on her toes, thrust from sugar to crazy chaos,

Thrown willy-nilly in every direction, slowly discarded and finally burned.

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Now standing on the outside looking in, wondering what the hell just happened,

She was so unprepared for such a whirlwind ride,

Stunned into disbelief, in total shock,

She sought shelter to quietly hide.

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The rest did her the world of good, building her strength into a fistula of armour,

She burst forth from cowering in the background and turned the tables back in her favour,

She struggled with the rain squalls, pushed back against the wind gusts,

Held on tight when it battered her most, success in her obstinate labour.

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It was the practice she needed to gain her self confidence, to rebuild her self worth,

And know she was ready to fight the threatening cyclone that’s always been at her back,

She turned to face the monstrosity, a smile on her pretty face,

And quietly beckoned it forward, laughing at its antics when it come full on in attack.

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She stood her ground with a ‘take no enemies’ mentality,

And she gave better than she got, as the storm whirled around helplessly, weakening from her fight,

She realised it was just a windbag, understanding it’d never been a danger to her at all,

Just a cold front, a blustery imitation of Mother Nature’s destruction, she finally understood in hindsight.

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She flicked it her middle finger, laughing at it’s unworthiness,

Turning her back to walk away,

The weather is no longer her nemesis, she’s tamed the tempest,

Understanding now that it’s no danger to her, she’ll happily allow it to stay and play.