I am thunder, I am storm.
Bones of mountain, skin of sea.
A field full of roses and unfinished stories entertwining in the quiet in between.
Tag: Storm
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Two Strangers Part Two
Two Strangers met
And accidentally fell in as more than lovers
We had different demons but matching wounds,
And sad past tales to tell
Two broken souls
Trying to find some guidance home within each other
Sadly,
The echos of fear, ego, and past trauma were too great
Destruction and self-sabotage got in the way
We became lost
From drowning in your gaze
Skin to skin
To drowning in your absence
Another scar to add to the map
Out in the cold again
At war with my head again
Two Strangers met
And fell in as more than lovers
But Love is war
Life is chaos
And two lovers became two strangers again.– Two Strangers Part Two
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY
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Deep Within.
Deep within the darkness.
In the dead of night.
My mind wanders.Sailing through the raging seas of the storm.
Travelling the windy roads of human emotion.Questioning the meaning of life,
The answers constantly changing, building and reassesing.A break in my soul that may never fully be fixed.
The silence of the night is my only true peace. -

Inside The Storm
Empty.
Missing.
Lost.
The cold nights are colder without warm embrace.
Pain in the chest.
Scars on the soul.Love.
Put on a brave face.
And face the world with grace.
Underneath a storm is brewing,
Heart a mess.Wondering.
Pondering.Worth the suffering,
For a soul so enchanting.
An adventure so wild,
And a taste of magic.Fleeting.
Change the only constant.
Learning to roll with the waves.And be free.
