My first poem for NaPoWriMo is inspired by the waves of my heart beat. Here is what they whispered to me…

The Quiet Storm

There is a quiet storm

Churning

Burning

Growling

Roaring

Inside of me

There is a deafening

Tsunami

of blistering tornadoes

Shredding

Devouring

Decimating

The remnants

Rubble

Debris

Cataclysmically

Annihilated

Puzzle Pieces

Of my old self

Who I used to be

Who I really

Never was

That GIRL

The unworthy, unloved little girl

The less than, unequal woman

The almost, but not just yet there sistah

The it’s not you, it’s the world person

The victim turned survivor turned victim female

The I am who I am, take me as I am chica

The I ain’t agree to be labeled your B**** lady

And still, so

She was also

That Boy

The boy that never was

The boy no one was ever allowed to be

The boy that couldn’t be a girl and a boy

The boy that isn’t called a boy

The boy that isn’t called

The boy that isn’t

She was so many things

Too many things

Never confounding

To the parameters of the

Boxes of life

Until she imploded

Went inside of

The inside

Of the inside

Of herself

To Find

Or Lose

Gain

Or Release

The clandestine

Treasures

And dungeons

Of her palace

Her immaculately designed

Royal chateau

The storm has come

And this is the eye

Obliterating all that is left of

What was

What will never be

Clearing the landscape of

The broken

And the demised

Creating

Beautiful paths of

Entry into all that is

Life

Love

And liberty

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