Hailstorm.
A Poem.
Mar 7, 2022
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Hailstorm.
She never wished war.
She had heard it all before.
Guns blaze: she ducks, and she curls in a ball.
This is exactly what she warns, as she falls.
She falls.
Night calls.
Dreams don’t come often —
Writer. Poet. Holding onto Hope. I still Grieve the Loss of my Angel Babies. My writing reflects this, and other Trauma’s. I have a teenage son, and 2 cats!
