The Storm Inside

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There once was a storm 

It was bleak and bitter, unable to take a shape 

Drowning happiness with wind and rain 

Only after a bit of time, did the storm seem to unwind

But, alas the damage was done. 

For there was nowhere to run, 

For how do you hide from a storm, if it’s not in the sky? 

Instead, the wrestling storm was in the body and mind 

A stomach that whirls, and mind that spins and twirls 

While legs and hands shake, the heart seems to race

For what is there to do but wait, until the storm wains 

The destruction in its path, a sign of the storm’s wrath

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,

How do you predict a storm of the inside? 

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Brianna Hillmann is a junior at Clayton A. Bouton High School.