I found this old poem of mine from 2001 on my hard-drive this evening. It reminded me a bit of my LnC Story Another Lois , so I thought I would share it.

Storm Tea
By VirginiaR.

The storm clouds brew
As I drink my tea.

I watch the sky darken,
Wondering when I lost me.

Looking deep, I feel numb;
Anger presses against my skin
From the inside out.

My cold blood boils,
My eyes harden to stone,
As I try to warm my hands
Against the scalding mug.

Hiding behind a steam veil,
I blow my worries away.

Only to have them return
Burning my tongue,
Fogging my glasses,
Turning numb to ache.

I flap my tired wings
Against the winds of change
Battling the clouds to breathe again.

I push through the current
Stronger than a salmon
Fighting her way home.

Wishing I could just give up
And drift on the surface
To see where the river flows.

Salt water from the heavens
Down the windows of my soul
Turning my life damp
As the forgotten tea bag
On the bottom of my mug.

VirginiaR.
"On the long road, take small steps." -- Jor-el, "The Foundling"
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"clearly there is a lack of understanding between those two... he speaks Lunkheadanian and she Stubbornanian" -- chelo.