The storm clouds you call eyes
Have become too heavy to hold your tears.
The water droplets caused from lies,
Cascade down your face for years.
The thunder you call yelling
Can be heard from far away,
Though, no one hears you screaming,
Begging for the storm to end today.
The lightning you call a fight
Is seen everywhere you look.
Please, let me shed some light.
You don't have to take all you've took!
You may think you're alone in this
Feeling like you must conform,
But know that's not how it is
For I will be here during your storm.
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on someone you know going through divorce~
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PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
