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Anne O. Nemus

The Tempest

The tempest blew outside my door

A fierce and frightful beast.

It picked me up, and with a roar

Brought mountains to their knees.


The tempest tossed me here and there

Until my soul was torn,

I trembled, shattered with despair

Amid the raging storm.


I questioned why it brought me here

All shaken to the core,

But all it said was “Do not fear,

I’ll teach you how to soar!”


The tempest took me through the cold—

The bleak and biting chill,

We travelled over valleys

And we travelled over hills.


We flew above the dismal land,

Heard thunder proud and strong,

I let the raindrops touch my hand

And listened to their song.


Our journey had arrived its end

I’ve grown my wings and flown,

And with a mighty gust of wind

The tempest brought me home.




Anne O. Nemus is a guest writer for The Mover.


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