The Storm Within

The wind, wild,
Whistling, ravaging, tearing
Branches from years old oaks.
Clouds spitting pellets
Of ice, stinging skin
Lightning flash illuminating
Dark corners.
Steady pace,
Heading home
Welcoming harbor
For those experiencing
The storm within.
The storm is a form
Of cancer
Within the body
Renegade cells invade
I prayed
For all who fight
The good fight.
Please walk, run, race or donate to help find a cure.
We can conquer cancer.
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Volume 2, Issue 10, Posted 10:47 PM, 05.05.2010