Storm

Perhaps the signs are pointing in the opposite direction
Perhaps I shouldn’t be here
Perhaps I shouldn’t have come

Seems like uneven territory
Quicksand, boulders, and landmines
A breeze that panics and changes direction
A wobbling path to a storm
And here I am, right in the middle.


Copyrights @ 2018 Maricel Jiménez Peña

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