Rest now… and let the storm pass.
Imagine a bedcover hovering over you
and it peacefully covers the coming storm.
Rain patters the blanket
and you feel it become damp,
yet you’re shielded from another storm.
Rest now… and uncover yourself.
Imagine what has shielded your whole life,
now you can bare your nature to the world!








Poets bare their natures. Right now mine is stormy with anger.
I don’t want to hide under the blanket.
Like you say….too much going on and the blanket is too damp to ignore.
I relate to your poetry, Daniel.
j.
Why thank you, sir. I’m going to have to check out your work! Thanks again for the comment.