I see myself-
like a timid child,
wanting to run and hide-
when the thunder rumbles,
deep inside.
... when my thoughts feel like,
a storm against my weariness-
I look up and see,
the real me.
the one that chooses,
song over the dead calm of fear-
dancing instead of crouching,
my clothes may be soaked,
with the rain of my tears-
yet joy beckons me,
to hold laughter-
as an umbrella over my heart.
Heart's Calling
By: Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg~
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