Storm Chaser

Do not let the 

wind lapse, my tempest

I do not care for 

you to be too kind

despite your gentle hands

it is the gale

at my back 

that I require from you 

the roaring in the trees

that whips my hair 

about my head

and the earth trembling

to force me to 

seek balance

because I am 

a storm chaser

at heart

and I’m looking 

for the tunnel of air

to lift me 

off of the earth

so I can find

the poetry 

of the heavens.

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