the trees bend over to the pressure of the wind,
better that than to break.
the sea looms huge and white,
pounding into the rocks at the shore.
rain pummels the ground,
turning it into mud
that'll suck us down,
ever downward.
lightning arcs across the sky,
electrifying the air.
here I find safe shelter,
a calm harbor on a solid shore.
the depths of your heart are warm
and strong, like a bed to take refuge in.
we can recover and start over here,
and talk about what caused the storm.
Author notes
When things get rough, you're my anchor. Even if one or both of us caused it.
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