Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Storm ( Sept. 18, 2010 )

The storm rages as the rain pelts me like bullets. 
Soon I become numb to the pain, and begin to enjoy the serenity of all of nature's beauty.
As the desolated darkness lurks, the freezing weather runs through my veins, and the chills quiver up my spine. 
Finally my toes begin to curl and the ecstasy of lightening and thunder derives within me. 
I lay on the ground ans render all, in which I am, to the earth. 
Soon, we become one and the unbearable reminiscing of my subconscious happens to seize.
Finally, I am who I was meant to be, finally I can be me. 

Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer


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