Poem – The Thief in the Night

~ by Stacie Amelia ~
Outside grew a storm in the midst of the night

It’s arrival insidious, its impact a fright.

It grew above so selfish, so dark 

It’s rain dampened all connection and spark.

Quietly in sleep it let itself in

Came in the night carrying sacks full of sin.

Slowly pouring its contents all over the floor

The foundations were shaken right to the core.

Light turned dark and confusion ensued

All around the weather howled and brewed.

All that was good and healthy and fun 

was stolen by the darkness that refused to turn.  

The storm unyielding, the thief in the night

It is the shadow that casts when we lose our sight. 

The thunder boomed and stabbed with its fork 

Rumbled and roared like the soul of an orc.  

Searching hard to find a place of shelter…

but the thief stole all the safety it’s cruel effect came a belter. 

It has jabbed, battered and tossed things around 

Left in its wake a terrible sound.  

As I lie here affected by unwelcome disturbance, 

wrestling with degrees of inner perturbance,

I remember to be thankful for the lessons it brings

As much as I wish it…I have no control over things.  

So I hunker down in the commotion tossed to the floor

And remember when a window is closed there opens a door. 

The house wasn’t finished for development was long 

but the ground was firm and the base was strong 

Foundations were built from land of pure

Roots are deep and the seed holds the cure. 

I live in hope that the storm passes soon

May there be a rainbow in rising from the cocoon.

I have one wish for what is left long after…

…may all things be healthy and again filled with laughter. 
Stacie © 
 

 

 

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