The Storm

He was a silent storm
With a beast in his head,
That stole his light right from him
And gave him dreams instead.

He dreamt of a world that wasn't, yet
And strived to make it so.
And the chaos of the storm strangely ,
Enabled him to flow.

She was a silent fighter
Who was always taught to share
So she held her breath when she was with him;
Just so he could have air.

She had to learn
To trust the storm,
To share of her strength;
and not from;
To breathe and not tame,
But ride the raging storm .

Rhea Dsouza

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