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Grief

December 3, 2021
By brooklynmw BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
brooklynmw BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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A soft blow of wind 

Against your cheek

A breeze that's still there on a hot day

But when alone

That brisk wind turns into a wild storm

Unpredictable and uncontrollable

Coming when you least except it

Tsunamis of emotions flooding your head 

As you try to find the calm within your own storm

The charge of anger as the storm whispers into your ear

And creeps up behind you

Thunder strikes memories with more emotion than before

A cyclone of pressure to

“just be okay”.


The author's comments:

this piece was about using metaphors, and most of the words were describing a "gale" of grief.


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