alone, anxious, poem, poetry, writing

Moving Through the Storm


Lily Chang © 2022



Moving Through the Storm

Swept away by the torrential storm,

no place to plant my shaking feet.

I’m cold and the rain’s beating down. I’m torn.

I wanna give up. Maybe I just need a seat.

My legs and heart feel too heavy,

I have fallen hard to the ground.

Worry and anxiety are dizzying cannot see.

Will my cries of desperation make a sound?

How will I continue on, make myself last?

Desperately yearning for the good life.

Move through the storm ’til it’s passed.

Will make it in spite of the tormenting strife.


Lily Chang

August 9, 2022

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