Tornado

A dream wide awake

What I want to be

What I could be

What I am

The doubts are many

Yet the kernel shines bright

In that dark cave of doubts

The flickering light of being who I am

In a world gone deaf

I am sounding the gongs

In a world gone blind

I am the rising sun

It sounds fanciful

Thinking of gongs and sun

I never considered myself the star

Rather the quiet placid lake 

Yet even in the lake

The sun and the stars see themselves

Even in the lake

Lies life and adventures untold

So now I rise again

To show the world

I am meant to be

Just the way I am

A dream wide awake

Of waking the world

With my actions and my mind

With my heart and my light

In a world that isn’t mute

I am silently standing tall

I do not need the cacophony

For I am the tornado.

By Angela Vincent Michael

February 7th 2021 @ 10.07p