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The Storm

stormy rain clouds on street

are stones shifting in waves,
shadows around corners,
sighs slipping through
closed lips
releasing sounds
that loosen hearts
and tie souls.
But these words can tumble, terrify, twist
into thoughts that tear and break
colliding, rough edges
cracked bones.
Silence, then
as words soothe
and slowly sift
through what is left
to secure us.
Those words
like soft ridges
of settling sand,
save us from the storm.

Image Credit: Lena Bell

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️

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