Thunder rolls over the house,
rattling windows, demanding entry.
Lightening crackles
like a pinball machine gone
haywire.
And I, always the most fearful of our family about storms,
for once, am glad for such a turbulent night.
Glad that the turmoil and rage in my head and my heart
can still not be outdone
by the elements outside.
As a child, I was terrified of being consumed by the fury
of such a storm.
Now, I'm not sure where the greatest dangers lie -
those from within or from without -
And if, when you're in the process of being destroyed,
it truly matters from what direction the devastation comes.
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