Mind Storms

• Taylor Keith, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

Wonderful rain in my head
Mist around my heart it’s said
To have consumed me by the storm
My blood runs with ice, it’s never warm
Sun yellows my soul
Alarms send the wind who knows
To the sun he blows
And at a beckon he calls.
The mist loosens but lets his guard down
There a teary wonder is found,
As the blood is coursed around again
The icy shell is broken
Rain has come down to quench the fiery blaze,
The Sun shrinks away and it’s safe
To go back to it’s grip
The storm takes hold again.