I’m familiar with storms…

I’m familiar with storms…
Those dark and cold territories…
Oppressed with many anxious fears…
When the thunder starts, you can find me in the closet.

Where there are too many adjectives and not enough verbs…
Nothing but the gripes…
The biting pain from the bug of disbelief…
The news always gloomy.

So, what can you do when the storm comes your way?

First, snuggle close to me…
We’ll go together and wait for the sun to rise…
Orange like a pumpkin pie…
The light, delicious and almost edible.

We’ll re-examine the colors in your life…
The places where the whites are really white, and the grays are not really gray…
We’ll throw away trying to be holy…
And let everything take its course.

I promise you heaven’s care…
To ease you away from the shadows…
Here, take my crib notes…
And everything else my love can offer.

I love you,

Annie