In the silence before the storm <br />I can feel you. <br />I can sense the change <br />darkening your soul. <br />As each gentle dropp lands <br />you turn away <br />before thunder heralds words <br />held, so far, <br />upon your tongue. <br />Remind yourself one more time <br />that once given <br />cannot be retrieved, <br />and heady damage <br />never undone. <br />Close your eyes <br />within the steady hum <br />of a cleansing storm. <br />Breathe in decision, <br />exhale doubt, <br />then carefully speak. <br /> <br />11/5/09<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anticipation-34/
