THE STORM

My mind is calm yet there is a storm brewing outside
Everyone can smell it inside the air so they hurry to the store to pick up those 3 items that they can not live without milk, eggs, and bread hoping that they have enough to be fed but yet they refuse to feed their soul

The storm is coming right before Xmas and it will not be snow just freezing rain maybe it is a blessing because everyone has lost that holiday spirit the one that I remember as a child before this whole world went wild

No matter who we are we still belong to the same race no matter what look we wear on our face and the thoughts which we were told to be true

I have become my own storm and so can you