Caught up in a Storm

It is like thunderbolts,

the rained, and that which weighs me down,

disguising my fears,

abusing my senses,

the crushing pain,

I'm all caught up in a storm.

The unwilling eyes,

The ones that refuse to see,

The ears that deny

my crying voice,

in retribution, the rain lashes out,

Did you not see or hear me,

while I was caught up in a storm.

I now walk alone,

Waves of storm arising in me,

Fear almost dissolving me,

To seek a place to hide.

Through crowded streets,

The strangers who walk past are stranger than me,

I walk, my head bowed,

I heed not their faces,

They belong to the storms of my life.

I'm caught in a storm,

There is no place,

to run and hide,

I wait for the thunderous skies above,

To seek out my shelter.

-shobana-

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